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Glass Wings

 

 

 

The Glass Winged Butterfly

 

 

Prompt: Emergence/Escapism

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunbeam
 
 
  I pray to the sunbeam from the window -
It is pale, thin, straight.
Since morning I have been silent,
And my heart - is split.
The copper on my washstand
Has turned green,
But the sunbeam plays on it
So charmingly.
How innocent it is, and simple,
In the evening calm,
But to me in this deserted temple
It's like a golden celebration,
And a consolation.

Anna Akhmatova

 


 

 

Now write

 



 

 

Rules:


 

Left align

no word limit

no line limit

rhyme isn't a favourite medium of mine - do it if you must

DO NOT RUSH TO POST/TAKE YOUR TIME

 

 

 

 

 



 

 


Many thanks

Gill.

 



 

 

 

Contest is Over

  • Contest was judged on January 17, 2008
  • Rewards: Gold: 450, Silver: 200, Bronze: 100
  • Final notes:
    This was hard for me to judge as many of my top 6 list, all had different things that I wanted and hoped to see in this contest. In the end I looked at the core of what I saw in the words emergence and escapism.

    and the top three all added to those prompts.

    so thank you to all who took part.

    many thanks

    Gill.

  • To judge this contest, you need to have at least as many finalists as you have rewards. You have 3 awards but only 2 finalists.

Contest Winners

  1. The dog barks in the night,
    anxious as a bed-wetting child;
    by Bunty Plumchip 51 lines, 15 comments, on Jan 10 4:14 PM 2008. In Society, Thoughts, Life
    Gold trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  2. by transcendental baby 27 lines, 2 comments, on Jan 13 3:00 PM 2008. In Creative Compulsion
    Silver trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]

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  • Namita
    January 2, 2008
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    oo oo

    i love the glass winged butterflies
    i once held a quickie with that theme...

    sorry about the blabbering bookmarked


  • layla.
    January 2, 2008
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  • misselaineous
    January 2, 2008
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    ahhh two of my favorite topics...

  • Rowan gold member
    January 2, 2008
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    Bookmarked~ off to work. Loved the poem.


  • Nicolette gold member
    January 2, 2008
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    Lovely concept, Gilly... love the poem and the serenity on this page. Bookmarked!

    ~ Nicolette


  • tara wilson gold member
    January 2, 2008
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    bookmarked - what a beautiful idea and inspiring contest!..


  • Cat gold member
    January 2, 2008
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    bookmarked


  • misselaineous
    January 6, 2008
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    beautiful contest hun

    Anna A is one of my faves - did i ever tell you that?

    Here is my gift

    Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
    not sticks of burning incense.
    You lived aloof, maintaining to the end
    your magnificent disdain.
    You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes,
    and suffocated inside stifling walls.
    Alone you let the terrible stranger in,
    and stayed with her alone.

    Now you're gone, and nobody says a word
    about your troubled and exalted life.
    Only my voice, like a flute, will mourn
    at your dumb funeral feast.
    Oh, who would have dared believe that half-crazed I,
    I, sick with grief for the buried past,
    I, smoldering on a slow fire,
    having lost everything and forgotten all,
    would be fated to commemorate a man
    so full of strength and will and bright inventions,
    who only yesterday it seems, chatted with me,
    hiding the tremor of his mortal pain.

    that is one of my bestest by her


  • Heart Sutra
    January 8, 2008
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    This one is so pretty.

    Bookmarked.


  • ArtFullyMe silver member
    January 8, 2008
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    The honesty of paper, wings.
    These words, enough
    to keep a sinner straight
    if not. Inside the lines

    the lack becomes miraculous,
    expunging what was just
    before. Then somehow, yes

    somehow, as if alive a smudge
    begins to sing, emergent.


  • Heart Sutra
    January 17, 2008
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    congratulations to all the poets!!!

    thank you for the wonderful inspiration Gill


  • Bunty Plumchip
    January 18, 2008
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    Thank you very much for the gold. I am blushing.
    Congratualtions to all the good poems in the contest.

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