Picture Poetry Contest (...continued...)

[hoope]

hoope -- the rule to the contest state that you can only submit one poem per picture, so just tell which one you want to me formally judge, and that's the one that I'll review.

Quick note: one more day left!

Oh sorry i was busy .. didn't sign in much

Congrats BienvenuJDC. You deserve it you poem was great..

I will post my poem soon .

Good luck for all

[BienvenuJDC]

Oh sorry i was busy .. didn't sign in much

Congrats BienvenuJDC. You deserve it you poem was great..

I will post my poem soon .

Good luck for all

I look forward to seeing it...

[Babyguile]

Paths

The marriage of your ambition and doubt
builds a robust
bridge to nowhere.

Here on its narrow platform you stand:
recounting the vacant
vows of vacuity,

shimmering with a black anxiety
and weeping tears for your
lost potential.

You watch them falling, slow as marriage,
to hit the aisle of the bridge
like jealous confetti.

With no hope of anyone to hold your hand
along the zirconium ring of its
daunting arches.

But even the most burdened girder
can suspend over frothing waters.

And paths, made and mended
from the smallest lot of soil.

If only you would divorce your ambition from doubt
and immerse yourself in the free-flowing streams.

[hoope]

I hope i can come up with better than this but i really got exams and paper to think of ... Sorry for this humble submission. It all came at once when i saw the picture.. It's nyc i will save it and make a design carrying the winning poem .. That is a gift from me to whoever makes it -hehehe


And here is my poem.. Good luck for all !

Guide me through
Help me find the way

Hold my hand
and never let go

Let your love be my light
Let your will be my way

Stay for me
Stay with me
And don't vanish

For you’re my Hope
You make me strive

Through the Darkness
And through the mist

You knew we'd make it through
I knew we'd make it through

It's the love that makes us survive
To survive is to find the love.

[The Comedian]

Here's my submission

On the Practice of Modern Construction

Those painted iron rails
That crest and trough like waves
Were shipped from Mexico
By capitalist knaves.

Each picket is welded
To a base and a top,
Frozen in sectioned place
To begin and to stop.

It's hard to tell from here
But those weathered floor planks
Appear pressure-treated
In fabricated links:

Little groups, joining loops
Galvanized, synchronized
To make the new look old
And the sides harmonized.

It's not the touching
That brings us together:
The slouching mist and tree
Are just wood and weather.

Welds and nails, joists and joints,
Loggers and arsenic,
Chopping and injecting. . . .
Slow steps into the quick.

And here this empty bridge
Spans a piece of city
Park where we recreate
Home and community.

[Haunted]

Ghost Fog

1.

it was me
last night

just outside
your window

but deep inside
your dream


2.

on the snowy bank
trees have long dropped
their green overcoats

shadows of bare limbs
tightly entwined


3.

what happened next
will remain in the dream


4.

why...
the next day
always comes at
the wrong time


5.

dawn drifts in
loosely clad in a
lavish white sheet

feel it
...the fog

so soft yet
so corporeal
you can wrap your
arms around it

and that’s all
is left of
me


6.

if you don’t want to
be awakened so soon

and it’s not too late
to follow the dream

I’m here
on the other side
of the bridge...

[BienvenuJDC]

Tomorrow is the deadline. If anyone would like to post their poem you have until midnight of 4/6/10. Then after a couple days I will post the winner. Good luck!

We already have some fantastic entries. I have enjoyed them all. I love that everyone has a little different perspective. Thank you all for your efforts.

[mazHur]

Before you cross the bridge
of your worldly life
mind your steps carefully
lest under the burden of the knapsack
of your past deeds
that you carry on your back tips
and makes you lose your balance
tripping you on the way
or tires you up in the midst
of your journey to the other world-
the world of Celestial Justice;
If your good deeds
outweighed your evil acts
crossing the test bridge
would be like one step for you,
to make you the hero of the Canterbury Tales;
and if the matter turns out otherwise
your steps will lead you
to the cryogenic abyss of hell!
the mist, the fog, the haze, the blur
is just an illusion for the test of the Righteous!!
by mazHur

[BienvenuJDC]

Dark Muse
Reflections in the Morning Mist
I loved the way that you divided each section. That allowed me to take one small increment at a time. You brought such feeling into it...and I actually felt the cool mist on my face. A magnificent job making me WANT to cross the bridge, yet FEAR to cross it. Very comparable to Hamlet's soliloquy...
In the sixth stanza, I found that the words that you used (mist, glimpse, myth), while not actual rhyme, possessed a kinship. It was not too bound in the traditional pattern, yet they all belonged together.

Pendragon
Bridge Over the River Styx
I loved the theme, especially the title, for the picture inspired to me a crossing over. Again, there was the concept found in Hamlet's words..."To be or not to be". You did well to appeal to my senses of sight and sound, and then alluding to any other senses.

TheDave
Paths
Wow...a completely different perspective, a bridge to nowhere. I liked how you used the illustration of a marriage between opposing concepts, and how it leads to no destination. It inspires me.........deeply. I want to comment more, but I don't know how. Your poetry is truly as deep as what may lie beneath the fog. I especially like the way that you did not leave despair without solution.

hoope
{no title given} (which is okay)
Great style...liked the bold and the two line stanzas...
The first half of the poem is a plea for help (but laden with confidence that the request will assuredly be fulfilled). Sometimes what is not said is as important as what is said. Thank you for not defining the type of relationship between the Requester and the Savior, for it could be between lover, siblings, parent/child, God/follower. You allowed for the reader to make that definition in their own mind (which might change over time). You did well with the second half, giving the assurance found in faith in the other. I was intrigued and focused on the capitalization of Hope and Darkness, two different ideas...possible opposing, but the relationship between the two is still left to the reader.

The Comedian
On the Practice of Modern Construction
Ok, now I love the perspective on this one...however, since I have been working in a metal fabrication shop for the past four years, I cannot help but critique some minor details in my own mind. I will try my best not to though. (This piece is probably not galvanized though....because you typically can't paint galvanizing. It is probably Powder Coated....I'm typing this all with a huge grin on my face because of the irony of my position as a Project Manager in a weld shop...almost laughing now!) OTHERWISE...great job!!

Haunted
Ghost Fog
In dream land, an excellent new scope for this inspiration. I like the ambiguity of what is happening. It allows for the imagination to go and dream whatever it wishes. The lure here is not to death, but into the deepest realm of one's own mind and desires. The 'dawn' attired in the weather was a great illustration. I could almost feel the 'fog' as something to grasp.

mazHur
{no title given}
Good theme, however, I could not find a good rhythm or rhyme in which to read it. There were some great images and lines, but I had a hard time putting them together. Thank you for your submission.

My choice for the winner is yet to come...

[The Comedian]

Bien! You mean my poem clearly illustrates my tendency to make up a bunch of sing-songy bs! Usually I'm so much better at covering up this fact.

[BienvenuJDC]

Bien! You mean my poem clearly illustrates my tendency to make up a bunch of sing-songy bs! Usually I'm so much better at covering up this fact.

Okay....now I am rolling on the floor!! You would have had me believe that you fabricated that rail yourself even three years ago. I really enjoyed reading it though.

So...who here likes the suspense of waiting to hear who won?

[BienvenuJDC]

Ok...Ok...

I chose Dark Muse... Excellent Job!!
I chose that poem, because I could actually feel and sense being there.

Everyone, great job...and thank you for your submissions.

[Dark Muse]

Oh wow, thanks a lot. It was a great photo you choose and I will have the next image posted asap.

[BienvenuJDC]

Oh wow, thanks a lot. It was a great photo you choose and I will have the next image posted asap.

I'm looking forward to a great photo. The worst part about the last round was that I couldn't write the poem....but now that I'm thinking about it....why couldn't I? Well, I will be posting a poem for MY picture. Disregard that one for this next round. Then I will post one for the next round.

Thanks again, DM!!

[Dark Muse]

I had a tough time on choosing what image to use, but this one gripped me above the others.




Deadline is pending