Minimalist Poetry Contest

[Haunted]

thanks so much Mary xoxoxo

[qimissung]

I'm sorry, too, Haunted.

[qimissung]

The living green
And then the living green,
With lips that linger softly
In a green absinthe dream;
An ardent, burning, fervid
Green, with mantis jaws

[qimissung]

Here's hoping any biases you have won't (uh-hm) color your opinions, Hack.

[Haunted]

Thanks Qim, means a lot...

[blank|verse]

sunflower

It is the colour of desire:
spent, forsaken,
and blanching to sorrow.

[krymsonkyng]

The misty view
of morning dew
where Sol peeks through
and smiles.

[DanielBenoit]

edited. . . .

[autolycus]

he had always thought
death a different colour
but it all went white

[Virgil]

Let me get back into this. Here's my entry.

Peel back the red
Of the bedspread
For the springy
Squeal of rose-touched
Lust.

[aliengirl]

The misty view
of morning dew
where Sol peeks through
and smiles.

It is really very sweet and sublime. So few words and yet it says so much. Wish you good luck!

[Virgil]

I'm not the judge here but after reading this poem, I lost any hope of writing anything more sublime than this for the contest.

It is really very sweet and sublime. So few words and yet it says so much. Wish you good luck!

Hold on a second. We have a tradition of not trying to influence the judge in these contests. There is no rule obviously but that has been our working procedure.

[DanielBenoit]

Hold on a second. We have a tradition of not trying to influence the judge in these contests. There is no rule obviously but that has been our working procedure.

Sorry, it was unintended as I had no thoughts of influence in my head. I'll edit it and save it for after the judging. Thanks for pointing that out Virgil

[Virgil]

Sorry, it was unintended as I had no thoughts of influence in my head. I'll edit it and save it for after the judging. Thanks for pointing that out Virgil

I know you didn't, and that's why I didn't say anthing at first. And I wasn't angry or anything, just trying to point the unwritten rule out. After the judging we usually all chime in with our thoughts.

[hack]

I feel a little out of my league, that I should judge you. The entries are all quite wonderful, an embarrassment of riches.

Dark Muse: A perfect purple poem.

Pendragon: Very good stuff, but too many colors for the parameters here.
It is hard to ride herd on free range poets.

Haunted: Hauntingly sad and touching poem. My sympathies dear.

Qimissung: Beautiful, wistful, fierce.

Blank/Verse: Yours is a stunning flash of yellow and, though you meant the single blossom, I am reminded of the marvelous film, "Everything Is Illuminated".

Krymsonkyng: Evocative, though I am drawn to the image of clear, colorless dew.

Autolycus: Marvelous. The haiku form is a personal favorite. English haiku is fraught with difficulties, and though it may not approach the original Japanese expression, when it works it can be stunningly beautiful.

Virgil: Short, with heat, smoldering red.

Overall, too many exceptional choices, but choose I must.

Blank/Verse, I choose your flash of unspoken yellow.