Contest #2 for me... YAY!
This one will be a little more challenging. Anne Sexton is one of my favorite poets and I'd like to see some poetry inspired by her
You have 2 options:
Option 1:
Pick a line, any line from the following and use it in a poem or write a poem inspired by it:
1) The real fish did not mind. We did not disturb their personal life.
2) I knew a beautiful woman once who sang with her fingertips
3) I hold matches at street signs for it is dark
4) and death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus
5) my elevators turned and fear blew down my throat
6) If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand?
7) He is building a city, a city of flesh.
8) MY sleeping pill is white. It is a splendid pearl
9) Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair. (you may rhyme only if you choose this quote)
10) Upstage the bride falls in satin to the floor
please tell me which one you chose in your author notes.
or Option 2:
Read the poem below written by Anne Sexton and write a poem inspired by it
Wanting to Die
by Anne Sexton
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.
Even then I have nothing against life.
I know well the grass blades you mention,
the furniture you have placed under the sun.
But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
Twice I have so simply declared myself,
have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy,
have taken on his craft, his magic.
In this way, heavy and thoughtful,
warmer than oil or water,
I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole.
I did not think of my body at needle point.
Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone.
Suicides have already betrayed the body.
Still-born, they don't always die,
but dazzled, they can't forget a drug so sweet
that even children would look on and smile.
To thrust all that life under your tongue!--
that, all by itself, becomes a passion.
Death's a sad Bone; bruised, you'd say,
and yet she waits for me, year after year,
to so delicately undo an old wound,
to empty my breath from its bad prison.
Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,
leaving the page of the book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the love, whatever it was, an infection.
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Rules:
No Sticky Caps or FULL CAPITALIZATION
Profanity and Erotica is allowed
You must write from one of the two options or your poem will be DQed
Anyone can enter
One entry per person, per option
Since the poem I have given you to write from is about suicide you may write about cutting and suicide
No Prewrites as I doubt they will fit the criteria
Please tell me the option and/or quote (if option 1) you chose in your author's notes
No rhyming unless otherwise stated (there is one quote where you may)
Have Fun!
This one will be a little more challenging. Anne Sexton is one of my favorite poets and I'd like to see some poetry inspired by her
You have 2 options:
Option 1:
Pick a line, any line from the following and use it in a poem or write a poem inspired by it:
1) The real fish did not mind. We did not disturb their personal life.
2) I knew a beautiful woman once who sang with her fingertips
3) I hold matches at street signs for it is dark
4) and death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus
5) my elevators turned and fear blew down my throat
6) If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand?
7) He is building a city, a city of flesh.
8) MY sleeping pill is white. It is a splendid pearl
9) Words and eggs must be handled with care. Once broken they are impossible things to repair. (you may rhyme only if you choose this quote)
10) Upstage the bride falls in satin to the floor
please tell me which one you chose in your author notes.
or Option 2:
Read the poem below written by Anne Sexton and write a poem inspired by it
Wanting to Die
by Anne Sexton
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.
Even then I have nothing against life.
I know well the grass blades you mention,
the furniture you have placed under the sun.
But suicides have a special language.
Like carpenters they want to know which tools.
They never ask why build.
Twice I have so simply declared myself,
have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy,
have taken on his craft, his magic.
In this way, heavy and thoughtful,
warmer than oil or water,
I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole.
I did not think of my body at needle point.
Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone.
Suicides have already betrayed the body.
Still-born, they don't always die,
but dazzled, they can't forget a drug so sweet
that even children would look on and smile.
To thrust all that life under your tongue!--
that, all by itself, becomes a passion.
Death's a sad Bone; bruised, you'd say,
and yet she waits for me, year after year,
to so delicately undo an old wound,
to empty my breath from its bad prison.
Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,
leaving the page of the book carelessly open,
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the love, whatever it was, an infection.
=
Rules:
No Sticky Caps or FULL CAPITALIZATION
Profanity and Erotica is allowed
You must write from one of the two options or your poem will be DQed
Anyone can enter
One entry per person, per option
Since the poem I have given you to write from is about suicide you may write about cutting and suicide
No Prewrites as I doubt they will fit the criteria
Please tell me the option and/or quote (if option 1) you chose in your author's notes
No rhyming unless otherwise stated (there is one quote where you may)
Have Fun!
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on March 14, 2005
- Rewards: Gold: 400
- Final notes: Thanks to all who entered.
First Place, a gold trophy and 400 points goes to:
"A Journey" by EstherG
Second Place and a silver trophy goes to:
Wanting To Die (a nod to) by EstherG
Wow! I am really impressed with your writing Esther I tried to judge this contest as fairly as possible but it didn't seem right to choose one of your poems over the other as they are both beyond exceptional. Those two poems are exactly the caliber I had in mind when I started this contest, thank you SO much for entering
Third Place and a bronze trophy goes to:
"Lost One" by Hawkdancer
Again colour me impressed.Entries [2]
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We should be encouraged, cosseted
by pale hands, thin as scarves.• Commented on by judge. -
Something stole in under cover of darkness,
something as soft as shadow, or suede –• Commented on by judge.
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Anne Sexton is an amazing poet. I may come back and write something for this. I'm getting inspired by some of those poetry lines! Good luck with your contest!
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Thank you for stopping by again Carter... I await your entry if you do come up with one
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My sort of contest. Anne Sexton has been one of my favorite poets for a long, long time. The first poem I read of hers was "Courage." And I thought it was remarkable. It pales in comparison when compared to Wanting to Die - an alltime favorite of mine.
If I enter or not I will enjoy seeing what others enter. Have fun with this.
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Ava, I'd love to see what you have to offer to this contest.
Thanks for stopping by!
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Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
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