Poetry competition CLOSED 5th August 2016 10:25am
WINNER
LobodeSanPedro
LobodeSanPedro
RUNNER-UP:
_shadoe_
EDVARD MUNCH
Anonymous
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self examination of my psychopathology ~
inspired by "puberty" [1895]
at times i fall through
the jaundiced passage
of my memories
& the space between days
expands into a nothingness
that fills the anxious creases
in faded floral prints ~
... there is always
a cold, triumphant laugh
echoing across the ceiling ...
{he pasted stars there
& glued my thighs together}
*
he never visited
when i bled
& my womb clenched
painful gratitude
at sleeping barren
concerns forgotten
for five days until
i watched the stars again
though there's a
vacancy sign on the door
i visit that room
on nights i'm with you
//
inspired by "puberty" [1895]
at times i fall through
the jaundiced passage
of my memories
& the space between days
expands into a nothingness
that fills the anxious creases
in faded floral prints ~
... there is always
a cold, triumphant laugh
echoing across the ceiling ...
{he pasted stars there
& glued my thighs together}
*
he never visited
when i bled
& my womb clenched
painful gratitude
at sleeping barren
concerns forgotten
for five days until
i watched the stars again
though there's a
vacancy sign on the door
i visit that room
on nights i'm with you
//
Anonymous
Are pictures of his paints allowed to be posted?
Anonymous
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Anonymous
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http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/jadepandora/madonna_3.jpg
The Madonna
Her face a saffron blush,
a Madonna at dusk,
stands at a barred window,
a cracked adobe cameo of
myrtle and palm fronds.
I pause, spellbound
amid slow-rising dust
from my barefoot trek
through a quiet village
to contemplate the new moon,
when the Andalusia sky
is lavender and violet,
and the village youths
in procession;
a lamentation with lanterns
passing before their Madonna,
bathed in the scent
of orange and mint,
ants creeping
through her gypsy hair
her brow,
a raven's wingspread;
the sky deepens,
female peacocks
blend with the earth,
a distant row of cypress
marking where the road lies,
and from the belfry storks emerge
to glide majestically
in a slow widening arc,
their shadows undulate
o'er the cheekbone of a riverbed,
the undying sun
casts its yield of sangria
through newly plowed fields.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
http://www.edvardmunch.org/images/paintings/melancholy.jpg
Melancholy
the sea doesn't make me smile
the flowers leave no impression
the sun hurts my eyes
leaving a face with cold expression
alcohol has no buzz
bird song is pure oppression
the sky has no beauty
leaving a face with cold expression
a kiss left a burn
embrace a volcanic session
touch is underrated
warming the face of cold expression
Melancholy
the sea doesn't make me smile
the flowers leave no impression
the sun hurts my eyes
leaving a face with cold expression
alcohol has no buzz
bird song is pure oppression
the sky has no beauty
leaving a face with cold expression
a kiss left a burn
embrace a volcanic session
touch is underrated
warming the face of cold expression
Anonymous
Storms
The old Calico cat slept in his basket
In a room filled with rusted silver teapots
North Sea winds battered through the window frames
rattling the glass
empty jars lined the hall where
fishing nets were draped
An old man sat still in a dark rocking chair
his hands curled around a rifle
moments before the ending
seconds after the telegraph
The old Calico cat slept in his basket
In a room filled with rusted silver teapots
North Sea winds battered through the window frames
rattling the glass
empty jars lined the hall where
fishing nets were draped
An old man sat still in a dark rocking chair
his hands curled around a rifle
moments before the ending
seconds after the telegraph
Anonymous
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ANGELS AND CROWS
exposing
her face
an open scream
like portraits found hanging
halls papered in cloth squares
with angels, and black feasting crows
I walk the soft hookings
standing briefly to admire
reaching to adjust
the lines(’)
symmetry
http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a450/geoff_collins2/b29f3ec0-abc4-4ffe-9318-21e3c7907a52_zpsfpjhppeg.jpg
exposing
her face
an open scream
like portraits found hanging
halls papered in cloth squares
with angels, and black feasting crows
I walk the soft hookings
standing briefly to admire
reaching to adjust
the lines(’)
symmetry
http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a450/geoff_collins2/b29f3ec0-abc4-4ffe-9318-21e3c7907a52_zpsfpjhppeg.jpg
Anonymous
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Based on Edvard Munch paintings 'Cupido' and 'Weeping Nude'
Secret Vista
I am a painter
I pry with eyes not seen by others
They feel safe thinking they’re alone
From where I sit and
The instruments of help I have
I’ve watched her fall in love
I was stunned and blushing
At the number of times he could perform
I am a jealous old man
Then something changed
She looked different
The stroke of her hand
The look in her eyes as he
Balanced above her ready to climb
So beautiful was that moment
I knew I had to record it
Reaching for pencil and paper
I sketched as fast as I could
Hoping beyond hope I captured her look
The rough result
Then my painting
Caught what I was seeing and
I realized…
She was in love
Their liaisons have continued for some time
But today, this last one
He left straight away after he’d performed and
I found her as she is now
Crying
The rarest beauty I have ever seen
Is also the saddest as
She sits on her bed before me
Naked...and weeping
© Kate Adams 15/7/16
Secret Vista
I am a painter
I pry with eyes not seen by others
They feel safe thinking they’re alone
From where I sit and
The instruments of help I have
I’ve watched her fall in love
I was stunned and blushing
At the number of times he could perform
I am a jealous old man
Then something changed
She looked different
The stroke of her hand
The look in her eyes as he
Balanced above her ready to climb
So beautiful was that moment
I knew I had to record it
Reaching for pencil and paper
I sketched as fast as I could
Hoping beyond hope I captured her look
The rough result
Then my painting
Caught what I was seeing and
I realized…
She was in love
Their liaisons have continued for some time
But today, this last one
He left straight away after he’d performed and
I found her as she is now
Crying
The rarest beauty I have ever seen
Is also the saddest as
She sits on her bed before me
Naked...and weeping
© Kate Adams 15/7/16
Anonymous
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