offshoot
the yellow and greens of your voice
illuminating
the unostentatious angles of the cosmos
--expanding
and contracting rhythmically
almost instinctual
like the lulling pulse of a mother’s womb
whilst your palms
(oh those palms)
visualize
and yet
no matter how I try to follow the contours
of your unconceived designs
the fraying fringes of our firmament
continuously
remain obscured
Author notes
Prompt: It's... just not the same
no matter how logical someone's philosophies may be, they are sometimes hard to implement and follow. Their ideas can be the same as ours... but not
I wrote this right after a nap so I may try to make revisions, time permitting.
A contest entry
- PROMPT: It's... just not the same by Mr Id.
900 points, ended May 17, 2009, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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"and yet
no matter how I try to follow
the contours of your
unconceived designs
the fraying fringes
of our firmament
continuously
remain obscured"
Simply brilliant. Your work is amazing. Such great talent you have.


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Thank you. I was afraid that excerpt sounded a bit long-winded.
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congrats on the Gold
Well spoken words of enlightenment

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thank you
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nice title (but it goes by too quick for the subject matter- one should dwell long on "contours" for some reason...) oh, a prompt piece, and a goldie! (you can see I'm savoring the aroma of my fine wine before I imbibe it lol) OK, better read, running out of time here... red, orange, yellow, green... (common colors- I see you were not trying to impress the sophisticatites) (titians?) (tacians?) red/orange might mean the dreamy images we have of someone, yellow/green the bitter reality we blind ourselves to... oh, not a relation piece- a cosmos piece... expanding/contracting rhythmically... spoken like a female... lol instinctual... womb... yes, I was not too far off... palms (usually sweaty with stress) nice last stanza, I'd move that up to the top, start off with a bang... maybe leave it at the end, too, like a refrain... I wonder what this would sound like sung... and a relation piece after all, with a cosmic tinge...


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I dwell long in mind, not so much on paper. Plus certain contours of the mind I just cannot seem to grasp.
The colors I tried to use as a visual in describing the tones and words people use... the can be mild and have flairs of passion/heat whether anger or something undefinable.
yeah my feminine side does exist...occasionally.
you sing it and let me know...
cosmic and unfathomable
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The bursts of colors,
the palms, (oh, those palms)
create a visual so strong
it jumps from the page,
and yet portrays the separation,
the distance between the two people.
Writing right after a nap
suits you, judging from
this quite awesome piece!

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thank you for your kind words.
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Wow, this is excellent!
Next time please send a message to say you are finished.
Great poem and unique take on prompt.
I am placing this in finalists. Thanks for entering! X

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woah...I am always surprised when someone enjoys or understands what I attempt to convey.
sorry for not notifying you upon completion.
thank you once again
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Well, I will be honest and sat that I probably didn't enjoy this for exactly the reasons you intended.
I liked your intriguing interpretation of the prompt. As well as this, I found your language to be impressive, yet in no way excessive or gratuitous. It was natural and had a deliberate quality to it which I really liked. You have a good grasp of language and know how to manipulate it to your aims, is what I am trying to say.
This is a great poem and it deserved gold, for whatever reason. That's the bottom line. Congrats.
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Feels like miles of distance between two close people....


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exactly
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excellent choice of words. This poem is like a looking glass allowing the reader to see into your mind while at the same time, it is cleverly worded and it is very good poetically I might add.
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thank you for your kind words.
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Look forward to what you have to offer!








