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Mosaic Musings...interactive poetry reviews _ ARCHIVES -> Member Recognition -> Valley of the Kings _ April Member Choice Winners

Posted by: Cleo_Serapis May 14 07, 05:12

The April, 2007 Member's Choice results are in!

Congrats to Cleo and JaxMyth for winning our April Member's Choice Award with their tiles, 'Lamentable Conviction' and 'Reflections in Silver' !!

WAY TO GO Lori and Jan!

Your entry will be displayed along with a 'special graphic' in your signature! You have led your Muse to bask in the glory of the crown jewel ~ Member Choice.

Congratulations! You have added a tile to our Mosaic in style. Thank you! JOY to you, oh mighty one!

Cheers!
Mosaic Musings Staff

Member Choice Award Winner

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Lamentable Conviction

I stand

in Conquest’s aftermath,
where bronzed valleys bemoan
crimson-soaked chants.

Frantic charioteers storm off
to slaughter an enemy
of lamentable conviction.

In faint whispers,
Gods of Wind and Rain clamour
a thunder of horses’ hooves
upon my crusade

cleansing the bloodshed and core
of fallen kinfolk I never knew…

In that rancid place,
the gloom of dreams summons
those clanging upon heartstrings
of acquiescent minds.

For it is in their whirling laughter,
their incomprehensible actions,
that we shall find truth!

Those who follow false Messiahs
shall surely perish…
not by thy enemy’s sword nor hand,
but by their own feeble foolery.

A tolerant innocence exists
only in our yesterdays
where the strong return
shaking in triumph;
bearing freedom’s crest.

In black armour, we ride
to the depths of Hell,
where the only enemy to conquer

is ourselves.

Copyright © 2007 Lorraine M Kanter
All rights reserved as an unpublished work.

Member Choice Award Winner

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Reflections in Silver

I

You could smell the dead
when the stone was rolled away.
My father rose inside me,
took my hands and head
and turned me to the echoes
reflected by the mirror's face,
"Welcome back!" they said.

II

Mirrors,
placed opposite in rooms
reflect to infinity,
reflect on the emptiness of,
on the fullness of

infinity.

III

I do not like to walk along the shopping strip
because the Butcher's window holds my father's face.
He mirrors my expressions, apes my curling lip
and always leaves me questioning his sense of place.

IV

Mirrors,
should be buried with the dead.
The dead should have one large mirror in their hands.
They should have small mirrors placed on their eyes
We should see ourselves
in the dead.

The dead can hold us tightly in their hands.
The dead can hold us in their eyes.
We can be made of silver.

The dead
are thin skinned and silver.
Their eyes and tongues are silver.

Mirrors
are silvered and thin skinned.

The skin of death is thin and is of silver.

Death can always be found
in a mirror.

Copyright © 2007 Jan Iwaszkiewicz
All rights reserved as an unpublished work.