Poetry competition CLOSED 12th September 2012 11:01am
WINNER
Magdalena
Magdalena
RUNNER-UP:
Soul_Man_Ken
Interpretation
Poetry Contest Description
an interpretation from art
Take, or find a photo of any piece of art work, and post it with an interpretive poem.
Make sure you have permission to post the photo and please give recognition to the artist.
Praise is always welcome, mindless banter is not.
No other rules apply.
If you have questions, PM me.
My Example:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/57993.jpg
Dean McDowell Picture
Masterpiece
< your hands >
tightly fisted
white knuckled
paint brushes
< my skin >
velvety satin
peached porcelain
bruised canvas
< your art >
spring hues
pearlescent shades
airbrushed flesh
< my heart >
stained glass
fractured mosaic
ripped abstract
< your life >
evaporated sponge
dehydrated viscous
empty abundance
Make sure you have permission to post the photo and please give recognition to the artist.
Praise is always welcome, mindless banter is not.
No other rules apply.
If you have questions, PM me.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/57993.jpg
Dean McDowell Picture
Masterpiece
< your hands >
tightly fisted
white knuckled
paint brushes
< my skin >
velvety satin
peached porcelain
bruised canvas
< your art >
spring hues
pearlescent shades
airbrushed flesh
< my heart >
stained glass
fractured mosaic
ripped abstract
< your life >
evaporated sponge
dehydrated viscous
empty abundance
Anonymous
Vegas Tears
Behind the
over-powdered-face
is a yarn
proportionate in length
to the years
it took to create.
The smile paint
contrasts his
white face
hiding
wrinkles of life -
skin creases of sorrow
and blemishes of pain.
Over sized shoes pray
for laughter-
the antidote of
callous,
from tortured
roads
travelled.
The polka-dot
bow-tie
hides rope-scars,
that choke-his-neck.
Mime
is a necessity,
his voice would
give his truth away.
Never, have I seen him cry.
He wears his pain
deep in his
love-less
heart.
Tears flow
between
his skin
and
copyright
expression.
Was it joy or sorrow
that evolved
from blue-collar
to red-nose?
A need
to please,
perhaps?
-x-
This picture and poem was previously written and posted on DU on 12 January 2012
http://www.dce.k12.wi.us/srhigh/socialstudies/wpe35.jpg
Lesson learned?
Finally
light
overcame
rolled inward touching all that remained
even the god was left shamed by it's revelation
we can't
let this
happen
again
Lesson learned?
Finally
light
overcame
rolled inward touching all that remained
even the god was left shamed by it's revelation
we can't
let this
happen
again
This is my interpretation of my current avatar. It's a painting by Michael Whelan that has appeared on an album cover of "Obituary" and on paperback releases of H P Lovecraft in the eighties.
It's called "Lovecraft's Nightmare part 1".
My interpretation, not a poetic description:
There's Nothing in the Eye
Demons grow the flesh of birds as they walk backwards,
necks craned upwards scowling at Earth's colours.
The air will slip its dry tongue
between each bump of your bowing spine
allowing each ribbed vowel that rattles through your teeth
to expose you to be inhaled by the red eyes.
Unless you forget.
If you hear the distant gallop of hooves
the young and the slain should know
they've not been taken, but delivered.
Here, we are holographic, just appearing
in legends that domino from lip to wind.
There, is where life's antagonists are immortal
turning a goose egg into a mountainous Walhalla.
Fear is your only weakness here; a curse from life.
You should know they can't kill you when you're dead,
they can't kill you when you forget.
It's called "Lovecraft's Nightmare part 1".
My interpretation, not a poetic description:
There's Nothing in the Eye
Demons grow the flesh of birds as they walk backwards,
necks craned upwards scowling at Earth's colours.
The air will slip its dry tongue
between each bump of your bowing spine
allowing each ribbed vowel that rattles through your teeth
to expose you to be inhaled by the red eyes.
Unless you forget.
If you hear the distant gallop of hooves
the young and the slain should know
they've not been taken, but delivered.
Here, we are holographic, just appearing
in legends that domino from lip to wind.
There, is where life's antagonists are immortal
turning a goose egg into a mountainous Walhalla.
Fear is your only weakness here; a curse from life.
You should know they can't kill you when you're dead,
they can't kill you when you forget.
The Oubliette
Oubliettes a favored symbol
of hidden cruelty and tyrannical power,
death would be a mercy not this
semblance of living death hour after hour.
A here in this pit of forgetting
in the midst of the vermin and filth,
the proliferous lichen climbs
all the surfaces of these stone stalls
it causes all your moist parts to rot,
like the weeping moister rots the walls.
Your pitiful life dwindles, stripped
to the point of disworth,
the only thing worse is the source,
of the beastly inquisitors mirth.
In the bowels of this abbey,
this villainous inquisitor gloats
over any victim he has broken and holds
in the oubliettes; this he love the most.
The voracious lice and fleas eat you alive,
but there are more unspeakably worse things yet,
than you nourishing this myriad of parasitic pests.
The screams of agony fill the oubliette cell
and peal of mad laughter can be heard as well.
Accessed only from a hatch in a high ceiling,
your only source of light, if, your captor is willing.
Your life is less than nothing if you fall into this hell
for if you die, they seal it up so no one can ever tell.
http://i804.photobucket.com/albums/yy328/Spanishdarkness/LostLove_byAnneStokes.jpg
Lost Love
She fell into darkness
it cloaked her in what she had to face
her love was lost to eternity
and his name was now carved in stone
Colour had left the world she knew
except for one red flower
now pressed in between the pages of time
her tears would stain her face forever
And she sits on the lid of his resting place
protecting what she held so dear
bound by a love like no other
she dies every night by the sword of life and death
plunging it into her very core
as she cries out in great pain
with her last breath he meets her there
she is reunited again with the man she loves
Their ghosts walk the grounds of the graveyard
and before morning breaks he kisses her softly
breathing life back into her body
and she is left to live another day without him
Until night-time falls and she again takes her life
just to be in his arms where she belongs
cursed to live again the next day
guarding his resting place for eternity
Picture by Anne Stokes ....http://www.annestokes.com/
http://wordbiscuit.com/dream7.jpg
'Dream 7: Dreaming of Water' - Bethany Arnbjørg
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< years of water >
i dream
of water
and the seals
barking
on the rocks
and i dream
of a deep lake
of navigating
the shores
of the lap and pound
of years of water
of willow strands
growing in a hidden path
of dark waves eating
through wet years
of escaping
and searching
for you
of the touch
of the water
of the fossil cliffs
rising over us
- - -
Previously written poem. That ok?
You Broke It~~~
Shabby around the edges the cracks held together
with worn out ever dissolving hopeless held hopes
she broke it on the sharp edge of the chances taken
her heart that became so tattered and torn left empty
You broke it she thinks as tears forget to fall again
with thoughtless choices and rushed into passions
her lost moments that led her into tormented years
of deeply held scars that engrave the bone in black
I broke it with every blind corner I turned unknowing
she admits with a bowed head in a time of reflection
removing the obstacles that cloud her view she sees
with deeper insight and a voice that now speaks to her
She paints herself a new heart and gives it direction
with an open mind and a strength that will hold fast
a fortress with walls that only the right man can climb
She fixed it with the tenderness from her broken heart
Picture (You Broke It) by Zindy Zone.dk.....http://zindy-zone.dk/html/drawings/drawings.php
Anonymous
http://www.indyprops.com/pp-wilson1.jpg
WILSON IS MY DATE
A volleyball called "Wilson"
Like in the movie "Cast Away"
Will be my permanent date
As ***single*** I do stay
Being invited somewhere
They are happy if you are a pair
Being alone does not cut it
So the solution was an illusion
I attached Wilson to the scarecrow
And voila - a man for all reasons
Perhaps a man for all seasons
The only thing he is missing
Is his masculine traits
But I looked it up on my I-Phone
There is an "app" for that!
************************************************
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cast_Away#Wilson_the_volleyball
http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n576/soulmanken/dance4.jpg
The Dance
(painting by me)
As The Clock Struck Midnight…
(What my soul said to me)
Come dance and in your meekness find strength
Noble are you that reach higher
for your goals motivate you
Brave are you that forge ahead into the darkness
for fear is not your obstacle
Honest are you that can look beyond a person's fault
finding in its place understanding of the human spirit
Considerate are you that see possibility of greatness
instead of seeing failure from choices poor
Passionate are you that embrace peace
instead of creating hurt in a world of chaos
Loving are you that see with the heart's eyes
not the veiled eyes of mind's judgment
Replenishing are you that allow soul to dance
with freedom to fly beyond the worlds constraints
As I dance tonight, my heart light bright
I give my soul freedom to love
to rise above the day gone past
allowing this moment it's possibilities
belaying the pressure to assume or goad
seeing beyond the Janus mask many don
Memories are precious, a time's lapse freeze
yet the "now" needs breath infused with dance
Smile with kindness
Love with completeness
Give with wholeness
Hope always
Always "Love" you first so you can love others with fullness
The Dance
(painting by me)
As The Clock Struck Midnight…
(What my soul said to me)
Come dance and in your meekness find strength
Noble are you that reach higher
for your goals motivate you
Brave are you that forge ahead into the darkness
for fear is not your obstacle
Honest are you that can look beyond a person's fault
finding in its place understanding of the human spirit
Considerate are you that see possibility of greatness
instead of seeing failure from choices poor
Passionate are you that embrace peace
instead of creating hurt in a world of chaos
Loving are you that see with the heart's eyes
not the veiled eyes of mind's judgment
Replenishing are you that allow soul to dance
with freedom to fly beyond the worlds constraints
As I dance tonight, my heart light bright
I give my soul freedom to love
to rise above the day gone past
allowing this moment it's possibilities
belaying the pressure to assume or goad
seeing beyond the Janus mask many don
Memories are precious, a time's lapse freeze
yet the "now" needs breath infused with dance
Smile with kindness
Love with completeness
Give with wholeness
Hope always
Always "Love" you first so you can love others with fullness
