A Poem’s Wait
a poem
without appendages
waits
for a word
to hold
For the following people to enter:
1. A good climate
2. Amaranthine Lover
3. Asfand
4. Blue Rew
5. Cannonsfire
6. Cat
7. Frogzter
8. Just Rob
9. JustBreathe
10. KayJay46
11. LadyLavender
12. Mackie
13. Malabu
14. Mallig
15. Michael P
16. MuddyKing
17. Namita
18. Nicolette
19. Night Hope -
20. PageTurner
21. Peter Greenslade
22. Peteskid
23. Providence
24. RedwingSpirit
25. Rowan
26. Soulful Woman
27. Thoreau47
28. Wolf Mancini
29. Zayra Yves
30. ardentMarch
31. born4freedom
32. captain howdy
33. dillpickle62
34. ecrivain01
35. ellipsist
36. fortyninereasons -
37. imahealer
38. kaibab
39. lilAj
40. maa
41. marc creamore
42. micol
43. penman
44. poet2angels
45. poetryality
46. soulfultia
47. ten thousand cicadas
48. tomisb
49. Michael Thomas
I will be away for a few weeks. When I return, I will need poetic nourishment.
Prompt: Nature
You all know what I love.... you are treasures to me...but like a starving child, I always want more than just food.
Nature and personification, nature and senses, nature and soul, nature and metaphor, give me your voice that I might wrap myself in it.
jpg - my Chinese Poppy that decided to bloom early
This will close when I get back...it may be as late a mid-July..I will have to reopen it, when I can get to a computer and do so.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on July 15, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 3000, Silver: 1500, Bronze: 750, Honorable mention: 5 people
- Final notes: this is for each one of you...for all of us...a poem only for this.... you are my friends, my feast after my famine. How dear you all are to me.
“And I tell you that you should open yourselves to hearing an authentic poet, of the kind whose bodily senses were shaped in a world that is not our own and few people are able to perceive. A poet closer to death than to philosophy, closer to pain than to intelligence, closer to blood than to ink.“ - Federico Garcia Lorca, 1934
Fringe-persons, full of feelings
that ought to be put to bed, they say,
we have a knowing of precisely how a petal feels
as it rusts at edges of a death
This is a poet’s feeling:
A feeling poet;
A poet filing away at edges of words
until they are bare to air
and exposed to anyone stroking
a fingernail along a vein of color
they can not understand is not filled
with green
We are born to die, a poet knows.
Knowing this blurs living,
thickens cusp of blossom’s edge,
allows this kind of mindful passion
to sit side-saddle and straddle
Spirit and Reality, to hold fate
in one palm and fatality in the other,
to bring them together, hold them, meld them,
rotate and rustle them until words of life
seep through cracks of fingers
held up like steeple; like prayer, like plea
for others to understand
and not misjudge our delicate grasp
on wholeheartedness.
We are poetic people. We are poets
pushing through tough ground
to make sure passersby will stumble,
surely, on our inky resemblance
to a seep of blood : Poetic blood
that tells only our truths…
and the truths of a garden
where soil is stained with our weepings
of joy, of friendship, of sorrow …
one fall after another
Poets, come, let us let breezes push us
as One, so the song heard only by the Listeners
who lean to feel our dying wishes:
We are a gathering around a coffin,
witnesses at birthings, scepter-holders,
those who know the places of the secret grails.
We are disciples, such as you and I
and our communion is the last rite
of passage from here to there.
Contest Winners
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Mother wolf,
howl my she• Commented on by judge. [remove] - Error: Unable to find finalist item 4352941, it seems to have been deleted :( [remove]
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Dove
Her dove's have flown in mourning lamentby PageTurner 73 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 13 7:49 PM 2008. In Personal, Happiness, Love, Life, Hope, Nature, Dedication, Friendship, Contest
Bronze trophy winner
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Nature, and all of existence,
smiles on us, a great evergreen,• Commented on by judge. [remove] - Error: Unable to find finalist item 4395421, it seems to have been deleted :( [remove]
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My heart once found the final edge
of wanton, lonely woods,• Commented on by judge. [remove]
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
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And a mother this will be, Carol, especially with that list of poets you have here. A wonderful contest... I consider you THE mother of poetry, my friend - thank you...bookmarked.
~ Nicolette
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Carol we will miss your voice and friendship but will be thinking of you often while you are away, will try to do your mother (nature) justice Love, Chez
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I think by the time you get back Carol, we will all be starving to feed our hunger for your words. Have bookmarked. Thank you for the invitation. Juls
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Carol, your poppy is magnificent! My gardens this year are exceptional. Have a safe trip! My poem will await your return!
XOXOXOXO -
I will miss you terribly and I will make my poem last and work on it awhile so that I can keep myself nourished
I love ya and ty for being a friend
Lynda
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I got my poem but I'm left alone
C'mon m'Lady... REOPEN IT!!!
pleeeease!
Lub ya & been Missin' ya. ~ Nicky♥
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open again...thanks for heads up....
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Will you be re-opening this one?
I would love to place a verse here.
I hope your time away was pleasant
and safe. Hugs, Blue -
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open again.....came home to renuvations, bless his heart.
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hi
I am not on your favorite list but i have written some beautiful nature poems and would enjoy sharing them?
jingle -
and you are dear to us
We have missed your warm heart and wonderful inspiration!
SO happy to see you and what a poem!!!
I am saving this page....
much love
Lynda
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Such a beautiful contest, dear friend. Thank you for always inspiring such greatness, and for the honor as well. Glad to see you again. Hope you are truly blessed.
And what a lovely poem. I s'pose we are not the same as others, at least not in perception. It is not always comfortable to be haunted (by beauty OR death) but I doubt that any of us would trade it. Thank you for sharing that.
Congratulations to all the wonderful poets. -
I've been Bronzed by the Best of 'em I'm gonna put my trophy right next to my Bronzed baby shoes
Seiously Carol, welcome back and thank you for this Glorious recognition
Congratulations to kaibab and Cannonsfire and ALL the wonderful HM's and entrants... Carol is in her glory
anyhoo, I'm sure to see you all around... Write On, Poets! ~ Nicky♥
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Such a poem to leave us hungry, aching eyes excepting truth...congrats to the winners...and welcome back...Rich
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Carol, thank you so much for the honor of being
a finalist among so many beautiful poets!
Even when I don't have a chance to enter them,
your themes seem to inspire me in some way.
Hugs, Blue
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