Poetry competition CLOSED 16th January 2010 6:14am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Honest Obscurity
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write an abstract poem with a hidden meaning and at least two unique metaphors, similes or ideas
Whilst listening to Kurt Cobain’s beautiful dirge Pennyroal Tea, and wondering what on earth it was about, an idea came along and smashed me over the head with a hot light bulb. How much poetic honesty can be conveyed through obscure language? What if, like a clam’s pearl buried in reams of soft wool, we might each compose a poem sewn together from insane, baffling, maddening but ultimately original and sincere ideas? So, basically, abstract art with a hidden meaning which the reader must forage for. Does that make sense? Hope so. If you feel like entering, then here are the requirements:
1. Each poem must have at least TWO unique metaphors, similes or ideas.
2. There certainly doesn’t have to be a message, but there should be a central meaning somewhere; I don’t want to spend an hour so ploughing through that soft wool only to find there’s no bloody pearl.
3. Use whatever style you wish, but, to be frank, I prefer free verse.
And also, please don’t enter anything that focuses too much on Christmas. I’ve had enough of this wretched holiday and the forced merriment it evokes as it is. Carollers aren’t welcome at this door, and if any dare to arrive then I’ll crush you beneath a hail of humbugs!
I'll close it when I feel like closing it (I'm terrible at deadlines, so it's best if I don't offer one).
1. Each poem must have at least TWO unique metaphors, similes or ideas.
2. There certainly doesn’t have to be a message, but there should be a central meaning somewhere; I don’t want to spend an hour so ploughing through that soft wool only to find there’s no bloody pearl.
3. Use whatever style you wish, but, to be frank, I prefer free verse.
And also, please don’t enter anything that focuses too much on Christmas. I’ve had enough of this wretched holiday and the forced merriment it evokes as it is. Carollers aren’t welcome at this door, and if any dare to arrive then I’ll crush you beneath a hail of humbugs!
I'll close it when I feel like closing it (I'm terrible at deadlines, so it's best if I don't offer one).
Anonymous
coool---i will weave my wool soon:-)
Anonymous
Look forward to it, Priya:-)
Anonymous
Hadn't seen this thread before. Will be sure to take part in this interesting competition, Jack!
Anonymous
Glad to hear it, Cthonian:-) That's at least two on board then!
Anonymous
Soft little blobs of surprise,
the first few droplets
on warm,blossoming skin,
sweet-smiling pastels blooming at every pore,
softly,softly thus.
I was spring
on that blaring summer day,
as I pedalled thus on the riverside,
the kiss of water,flaming my nerves.
The light,elate feeling of
wetness,
wet skin,
wet hair,
wet, melting heart---
The faint reckless pleasure
of not seeing
beyond gliding threads,
wisps of delight
rising from pale knuckles,
clutching hard.
Blurred vision,
clouding, dimming,
and losing---
Crashing bang against the climactic wall,
the wall, it seems, was always there.
Solid,unflinching
behind blinding water highs.
And then the dragging denouement of misery,
as I swept together my scattered remains
from the wet squelching ground,
pulling out shards.
Back home,
spongy, smeared, smelling and
hurt.
To lick my wounds,
my face wet for other reasons
as the rain dies down outside
in final dropping refrains
down the drains
just like that.
the first few droplets
on warm,blossoming skin,
sweet-smiling pastels blooming at every pore,
softly,softly thus.
I was spring
on that blaring summer day,
as I pedalled thus on the riverside,
the kiss of water,flaming my nerves.
The light,elate feeling of
wetness,
wet skin,
wet hair,
wet, melting heart---
The faint reckless pleasure
of not seeing
beyond gliding threads,
wisps of delight
rising from pale knuckles,
clutching hard.
Blurred vision,
clouding, dimming,
and losing---
Crashing bang against the climactic wall,
the wall, it seems, was always there.
Solid,unflinching
behind blinding water highs.
And then the dragging denouement of misery,
as I swept together my scattered remains
from the wet squelching ground,
pulling out shards.
Back home,
spongy, smeared, smelling and
hurt.
To lick my wounds,
my face wet for other reasons
as the rain dies down outside
in final dropping refrains
down the drains
just like that.
A crude zen kōan with its metaphor level set to heavy reverb should be just the ticket
(only I wish I wasn't following priya's sonata with a ruminant's methane fart):
< life is its own metaphor >
this cow
on the other hand
just shit on my foot
- - -
Anonymous
lol, 'ruminant's methane fart' thats some expression!
Anonymous
Thank you both for your entries; I'll reserve my commentary until after the competition is closed:-)
Geek angst
Every day I walk these hallways,
armed with nothing but a telepathic saw blade,
A Social Vietnam Battle Scene in Small ways,
The war continues on till this day....always
Where Solid Snake shows up equipped to fight,
where 3rd period science is Clark Kent's Kryptonite
Bruce Banner is the Asthmatic is the class
Then there was the Flash, who never needed a Hall Pass
Me and Peter Parker were the Known Trouble starters
Webs of confusion for any who would bother
The Green Lantern and I would get so high
while Lex Luther got In wonder woman's thighs
We all thought Bruce Wayne was a lil insane
He grabbed this biggest Bully and made him scream in pain
The "justice league" paraded all high and righteous
While My Generation X-men spread our Free will Virus....
Every day I walk these hallways,
armed with nothing but a telepathic saw blade,
A Social Vietnam Battle Scene in Small ways,
The war continues on till this day....always
Where Solid Snake shows up equipped to fight,
where 3rd period science is Clark Kent's Kryptonite
Bruce Banner is the Asthmatic is the class
Then there was the Flash, who never needed a Hall Pass
Me and Peter Parker were the Known Trouble starters
Webs of confusion for any who would bother
The Green Lantern and I would get so high
while Lex Luther got In wonder woman's thighs
We all thought Bruce Wayne was a lil insane
He grabbed this biggest Bully and made him scream in pain
The "justice league" paraded all high and righteous
While My Generation X-men spread our Free will Virus....
Anonymous
Augh, apologies for my lack of input in the past few weeks. The holidays and various other factors have caused me to dissociate myself from pursuits such as music and poetry. Hopefully this will change in the next couple of weeks.
Anonymous
*sound of tumbleweed rolling by*
