Poetry Competition Ends 26th January 2025 11:21pm
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Detour Ahead
Poetry Contest Description
When your musing starts one way...& your muse has other ideas
Sometimes we think we know where a poem is going but it takes an unexpected left turn on us. Begin a write & let it go where it goes. I know we have some great musers here...& some great muses. Show us what you've got!
*Any genre, any layout
*50 lines or less
*3 weeks
*New writes only
*Competition will be voted on by myself & 2 others
*Any genre, any layout
*50 lines or less
*3 weeks
*New writes only
*Competition will be voted on by myself & 2 others
"Dance of A Diamond"
Refractions of celestial light
Translucent sparkles dance and play
Each plane bends photons in flight
Born from earth's fiery, ancient fray
A mystery carved with divine intent
A brilliance forged in hidden embrace
Turning like a ballerina’s ascent
Lifted from the dark to reveal its grace
Prisms unfold a kaleidoscope's gleam
A spectrum alive in its fractured hue
Each shard reflects a forgotten dream
A fragment of creation, eternally new
A timeless beauty craft by no mortal hand
Its form speaks of patience and fire
From shadow to glory in untamed lands
Shaped by the earth’s eternal desire
The stone is a hymn, silent yet bold
A relic of chaos, now poised with shine
In its depths lies a story untold
A universe captured in crystalline divine
Refractions of celestial light
Translucent sparkles dance and play
Each plane bends photons in flight
Born from earth's fiery, ancient fray
A mystery carved with divine intent
A brilliance forged in hidden embrace
Turning like a ballerina’s ascent
Lifted from the dark to reveal its grace
Prisms unfold a kaleidoscope's gleam
A spectrum alive in its fractured hue
Each shard reflects a forgotten dream
A fragment of creation, eternally new
A timeless beauty craft by no mortal hand
Its form speaks of patience and fire
From shadow to glory in untamed lands
Shaped by the earth’s eternal desire
The stone is a hymn, silent yet bold
A relic of chaos, now poised with shine
In its depths lies a story untold
A universe captured in crystalline divine
Little spring-lamb...
I remember being a new-born lamb
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam off, new ones were born,
but I knew my ma's love would never cease
I turn to her for comfort but, she's gone.
Ma! Ma! I had a Ma! I bleat, I did!
Nose down, I search cropped grass for where she's hid...
I started a hard hitting political satire, as we do,
using sheep as illustration but my pen turned left. They do that, sometimes.
kicking my heels high, high, with joyful bleats,
bah, bahing, at tuts and frowns from my dam
needing me to hide mid the bleating sheep.
But I sought answers, chewed the hows and whys,
among the grass-nibbling, nose-down, docile flock
my eyes searched for fields higher in the sky
where grass must be greener but, just got mocked...
Time passed and winds blew a sense of unease
old ones seemed to roam off, new ones were born,
but I knew my ma's love would never cease
I turn to her for comfort but, she's gone.
Ma! Ma! I had a Ma! I bleat, I did!
Nose down, I search cropped grass for where she's hid...
I started a hard hitting political satire, as we do,
using sheep as illustration but my pen turned left. They do that, sometimes.
Written by Rew
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