There is magic in many things. The look in a lover's eyes, the glitter of the moon as it sparkles on a restless sea. Even the raw, untamed beauty of a storm churning the clouds into a frenzy of roiling black. There is magic in the written word, and it beckons to some of us.
There is no magic in the hum of an engine, the whine of a siren, or the chaotic murmur of thousands of voices as packed crowds push down a busy city street. There is no magic in the coarse, simplistic speech we hear day in and day out. These days, poetry is praised for its directness instead of the beauty of its expression.
I don't care about that. Any fool can be direct when the need arises. But not everyone can craft a beautiful scene with uncommonly fine language. Poetry is art, and I'm of the opinion that art should be constructed on a grander scale than the hum-drum reality of daily life.
Give me magic. Give me an outdated turn of phrase without being cliche, and give me the deepest, most primal joy in the human soul. The joy of words.
I do not lack for points. On the contrary, I have them pouring out of my ears and nothing to do with them. But there is only one prize in this contest. One prize for the one poem that shows me real magic.
There is no magic in the hum of an engine, the whine of a siren, or the chaotic murmur of thousands of voices as packed crowds push down a busy city street. There is no magic in the coarse, simplistic speech we hear day in and day out. These days, poetry is praised for its directness instead of the beauty of its expression.
I don't care about that. Any fool can be direct when the need arises. But not everyone can craft a beautiful scene with uncommonly fine language. Poetry is art, and I'm of the opinion that art should be constructed on a grander scale than the hum-drum reality of daily life.
Give me magic. Give me an outdated turn of phrase without being cliche, and give me the deepest, most primal joy in the human soul. The joy of words.
I do not lack for points. On the contrary, I have them pouring out of my ears and nothing to do with them. But there is only one prize in this contest. One prize for the one poem that shows me real magic.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on May 19, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 500
- Final notes: Thank you all for entering, and I'd like to thank the winner for showing me pure magic again. It's not the first time that she's left me speechless, and I doubt it will be the last.
...Will
Contest Winners
Gold trophy winner
Entries [10]
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dripping seduction shining blood-red in the dark• Commented on by judge.
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Let us all allow magic in our lives• Commented on by judge.
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At night,
your voice beckons me,• Commented on by judge. -
Veiled sunlight filters past my eyesby greyhaime 26 lines, 8 comments, on May 13 7:56 AM 2008• Commented on by judge.
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Sweet breath! The breeze that warms the night,
A star from some forgotten world long gone
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There is a silver lining waiting in the cloud of dreams With positive emotion she will soothe with gentle beams• Commented on by judge.
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Amen! I will do my best to craft you a truly magical poem.
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An idea struck me suddenly earlier today and the sudden ones are always the best. I hope to have my entry in tomorrow.
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