This is a reposting from the August nominations. John graciously offered to defer his poem to the September competition.
Best of luck, John!
~Cleo
Hi Lori and All,
I would like to nominate Arnie's excellent poem http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/index.php?showtopic=13493 for August IBPC. His striking style and personal rhyme scheme, along with up-to-date hyphenating and line breaks, make it a highly worhty piece, in my opinion.
(I'm nominating it now, even tho' I intend to make one or two crits, because I'm always in a rush and I don't want this piece to slip by unnoticed)
Hugs, Syl***
Tunnel Vision by John Macleod
Bobbing heads, eccentric,
restive rustling feet
and scintillating colours
as people come and go.
For most who walk are strangers
and if friends do-chance to meet,
it’s only scant acknowledgement
to— so and so--.
The dank darkened tunnel
the rumble, the pound,
and syncopating rattle
from archway to the hall.
With clear glass eyes the newborn
hurtles from the womb unbound,
and with red-hot brakes a’ screeching,
welcomes one and all.
Animated puppet dolls,
sweat filled summer days,
and suffocating carriages
where luck fills empty seats.
The unfriendly— unnoticed—
stand in crowds of cramped malaise,
their bodies tired and worn from the city
and the streets.
Wheels, slip metal brake shoes,
slowly turn on rail
as stimulated motors breathe
out babbled blatherskite.
Untethered, the silver train
moves on down the chequered trail
to vanish, as a ghost, with the
spirits of the night.
We've received the go ahead to resubmit any older (prior judge's timeframes from original submissions) poems as we wish. I would like to send in Snow's poem http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/index.php?showtopic=13204 for September's IBPC. As Sylvia put it in her original nomination, "It's a deftly handled and beautifully worded piece for this fairly common winter condition. I like the way Snow has begun the poem with the swallows congregating for their flight to Africa's sunny climes, and the envy it implies. Then the poem ends with the return of swallows building their nests, and happiness jolting the affected person out of her gloomy couch."
We've received the go ahead to resubmit any older (prior judge's timeframes from original submissions) poems as we wish. I would like to send in Sylvia's poem, http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/index.php?showtopic=13100 by Psyche. In Snow's original nomination, she wrote: "I have chosen it for it's vivid descriptions and the realisation that this devastation might have been caused by one thing -- a cigarette butt!
Well written Syl."
Lightning Bolt by Sylvia Maclagan
In a flash,
voracious walls
of weaving flames
swallow coniferous forests.
Fireballs arching
over brooks and waterfalls
ignite woodsheds, barns, homes.
Goats agonize
in russet glades,
their coats burning bright
under orange heights.
Darting flares
trigger new conflagrations,
whistling through
brittle undergrowth
cowed by enduring drought.
Ravens swoop
over towers of smoke,
gauging nature’s insatiable guts.
Hydroplanes hover
above the holocaust,
resembling paper projectiles
flung by fools.
Midget mortals
defying the inferno
retreat from their trenches.
Goliath gobbles
buttress and bulwark,
sandbanks and hoses,
bolts over black belted roads,
ultimately succumbing to Patagonia's
chain of mountain lakes.
A colossus has drowned
but will be reborn
in arcane arcs
over time’s infinite flow.
Moon sheds serpentine rays
on leagues of smoldering Andean
slopes and valleys.
A child cries.
Its mother prostrates herself
on warm cinders of her home.
I wander in frenzied silence
as tears sear my heart,
a bulk of pungent pine cones
coddled in my hapless hands.
A bolt of lightning...
or a tossed cigarette butt?
By Psyche
© Sylvia Maclagan, Buenos Aires, Argentina, 2009.
GOOD LUCK!
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