Poetry competition CLOSED 29th July 2022 12:07pm
WINNER
Wafflenose (Ellie)
Wafflenose (Ellie)
RUNNERS-UP:
DaisyGrace
and smackdownraven
beauty in the ordinary
Poetry Contest Description
Like the title says, write about finding beauty in the ordinary.
It can be in the people you see everyday, it can be your city or town, your house, pets, kids, whatever. No erotica, or horror.
2 entries per person.
Have fun.
2 entries per person.
Have fun.
Kynance Cove
Place of exquisite beauty;
we walk, then run, then climb
ever downwards
then pause to look at breathtaking views.
We've been here more than fifty times
but every trek is still worthwhile.
Steps grow ever steeper
until we land on fine, white sand
and scramble over boulders,
splendorous cliffs yawning overhead.
Kids run on in front,
keen to splash into the sea,
while their dad tries to locate
the best possible bit of beach.
I sit for a while on a boulder -
strong, immovable and firm.
My fingers skim damp stones;
smooth and jagged, large and small.
They rest on one, warmed by the sun.
I pick it up.
Hard and still warm, it glows
red and green, with grey beneath
and shines in the summer sun.
Polished by millennia of crashing waves,
it resembles the gleaming snakeskin
from which it takes its name.
Serpentine.
And then I wonder:
how long has it been here?
Has this tiny stone been handled before,
or was it put here simply for my pleasure?
I feel simultaneously
present in the moment
and part of something far larger
as this little piece of history
connects me to generations gone before.
Thankful for this moment
and infinitesimal beauty,
I put it in my pocket and
I am ready to carry on my day.
we walk, then run, then climb
ever downwards
then pause to look at breathtaking views.
We've been here more than fifty times
but every trek is still worthwhile.
Steps grow ever steeper
until we land on fine, white sand
and scramble over boulders,
splendorous cliffs yawning overhead.
Kids run on in front,
keen to splash into the sea,
while their dad tries to locate
the best possible bit of beach.
I sit for a while on a boulder -
strong, immovable and firm.
My fingers skim damp stones;
smooth and jagged, large and small.
They rest on one, warmed by the sun.
I pick it up.
Hard and still warm, it glows
red and green, with grey beneath
and shines in the summer sun.
Polished by millennia of crashing waves,
it resembles the gleaming snakeskin
from which it takes its name.
Serpentine.
And then I wonder:
how long has it been here?
Has this tiny stone been handled before,
or was it put here simply for my pleasure?
I feel simultaneously
present in the moment
and part of something far larger
as this little piece of history
connects me to generations gone before.
Thankful for this moment
and infinitesimal beauty,
I put it in my pocket and
I am ready to carry on my day.
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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I lay here, content
there’s a ginger cat purring on my lap
my daughter snuggles in
paw patrol flashes in the back ground
her hand strokes my face
her head lying gently on my chest
such fragility in the arms of a bear
she smiles
kisses my cheek
her little fingers tear out my heart
rebuild
what was once an empty husk
my daughter snuggles in
paw patrol flashes in the back ground
her hand strokes my face
her head lying gently on my chest
such fragility in the arms of a bear
she smiles
kisses my cheek
her little fingers tear out my heart
rebuild
what was once an empty husk
Written by Nevermindthegaps
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A soothing brew of sancti-tea
Steam tickles my nose
scents of chamomile and honey
commingle with fresh lemon
harken me back to first memories
of home, hearth and healing
Nothing fancy
or particularly profound
echoes of spearmint waft to tummy settle
tried-and-true, almost totem-esque
in relaxing away pained life
Liquid love that's always
just been there
tradition imbued in ancestral evolution
relief tenderly curated
into inherited sacred tonic
Divine elixir of millennia
hot, soul soothing catharsis
carefully easing turbulent minds
a balm to psychic bruises
that poke and tear at wounded silence
Loosening chested aches to lightness
tender sips skillfully warm
rejuvenating breath and being
quietly calming the night,
beckoning sleep from afar
Eons spill their secrets
passed eager lips
to collide a remedy of yesteryears
with the here and now
and so revives an artful mend
This, my herbal panacea
steeped in ancient knowledge
Written by Bluevelvete
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