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Aug 17 09, 18:43
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Mosaic Master
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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 'Tunnel Vision' 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 MacleodBobbing 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.
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Aug 25 09, 18:03
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Mosaic Master
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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 SADness 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." SADness by Eira Needham
Tinged with melancholy, chilled September air tumbles with desiccating foliage. Sun weakly embraces blues and sadness settles into a crumpled carpet.
Restless swallows congregate, trilling on telegraph wires. I watch them flock to sun baked Africa; long wings undulate until they dot the horizon. Sucked into their void, I yearn for their return.
Decreased daylight spills into long sombre nights: a body clock disturbance. I slouch through stark winter transformed into a couch potato, pigging out on starchy foods. Hedgehogs hibernate beneath last season’s wrinkled sheets, while I intermittently snooze shrouded by a stratus duvet.
Springtime brings illumination winking through dense woods. I’m lifted, listening to swallows twitter in the reeds ...… and I sing.
I'm cosseted in sun’s warm shawl, a bud ready to bloom.
This post has been edited by Cleo_Serapis: Aug 26 09, 05:42
Reason for edit: Revised version posted
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Aug 25 09, 18:17
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Mosaic Master
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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, Lightning Bolt 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 MaclaganIn 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.
This post has been edited by Cleo_Serapis: Aug 31 09, 17:58
Reason for edit: Revised version posted
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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Aug 25 09, 18:24
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Mosaic Master
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Real Name: Lori Kanter
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GOOD LUCK!
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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