Thursday,
tube amps dented air.
The static screamed through cables
like fast water.
We were baptized
in this pond of single notes
by the thousand year drone
of sacrifice.
Friday, saxophone peeled skin
like a razor in shaky hands.
We raised our glasses to coronet eyeballs;
the taste of old reeds
on the Guinness-black tongue.
"To night in the barrel again!"
Saturday, the cello she cradled
mimicked the body
she wished would hold
like a cello in anyones arms.
Ribbons of thought,
a fretless neck.
Whispers of the bow
and second-hand smoke.
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Round 2 Haiku
Cicada shell fastened to
tired old fence post:
the grandfather elm.
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Round 3
August
will retreat
like a dump truck with
four flat tires. Pull out slow like
a buck knife from a drying dog carcass, stabbed for lack
of interest in wild sage, or dandelion-- half cotton under careless boot.
A circular breath of lilac strikes harmonica reeds, calls the dragonfly to sup
before moon shadow turns September into cheap wine,
vinegar in my silent mouth,
wasted days that run
down my cheek
like blood.
Divorce
the answer.
The fist of your heart
plowing rows of regret and pain.
Hold close what love has blessed you. Leave the clothes on the floor
for another day, and wear what sun can penetrate old curtains heavy with your dust.
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A contest entry
- Three Rounds -- Three Judges -- Three Different Types of Poems by cvillelisa.
3750 points, ended September 5, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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round 3:
content 7.4
vocabulary 9.3
accuracy 9
creativity 7.8
theme 7.8
originality 7.5
totals: 48.8
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content: 12
adherence to bullshit syllabic restriction: 3.9756
color of background versus the yellow of smiley clappers: 6.83
clam: 7
Oyster: 9.3
Rack of lamb paper crown placement: 18.54
Tandem of taser nipple gun: 2.66
Total Score: 13.97 -
Round 3 is up and ready for you to get started. Please follow the same format, posting you third poem under your haiku.
Thank you an good luck.
Lisa -
s s s s s s s
Cicada shell fastened to - (7)
s s s s
tired old fence post: - (4)
s s s s s
the grandfather elm - (5)
round 2:
content 8
vocabulary 7.8
accuracy 6.7
creativity 7
theme 7.2
originality 7.4
totals: 44.1 -
Thank you for your haiku!!! We are scoring them today and will be posting Round 3 instruction soon. Stay tuned.
Lisa -
Round 2 instructions have been posted on the contest page, please read and begin!
Good luck.
Lisa -
Thanks for this -- it has moments of sparkle which is must needed in poems. I keep thinking S2 could be S1. . I was reading something today called the Art of Writing -- written by a Chinese poet in the year 261 (pardon my digression here) but it said:
I harvest lines neglected for a hundred generations
which reminds me of your S2 somehow.
Last two stanzas are poems themselves too.
Good entry. Thanks again.
Lisa
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content 8.1
vocabulary 10
accuracy 8.3
creativity 8.4
theme 8.4
originality 8
totals 51.2 -
See, that's the problem with the cello. No frets = no fret buzz. I'm a big fan of fret buzz. But I guess you get the occasional buzz of a mis-bow. Fair trade, fair trade.
I like this. There may be something slightly too loose about it. I don't know. No. It's fabulous. I wish I knew who wrote it.
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