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Poetry Decathlon
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"Blank Verse"
I would do for you what spring does for the cherry blossom
Were I at last devoid of winter storms,
were heavy snows a burden of the past,
the buoyant winds would cradle from the south
sweet touch of warmth robins want to bring,
and I at last would thaw, would melt away
the chill that wraps my love a step too slow.
Then I at last would venture in the sun
and offer you the cherries of our spring.
*Pablo Neruda, Poem #14 Love Poems and a Song of Despair
I would do for you what spring does for the cherry blossom
Were I at last devoid of winter storms,
were heavy snows a burden of the past,
the buoyant winds would cradle from the south
sweet touch of warmth robins want to bring,
and I at last would thaw, would melt away
the chill that wraps my love a step too slow.
Then I at last would venture in the sun
and offer you the cherries of our spring.
*Pablo Neruda, Poem #14 Love Poems and a Song of Despair
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Wow, Marcel!
Invoking the imagery and music of Neruda -- love this.
T
Invoking the imagery and music of Neruda -- love this.
T
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Tracy Mitchell wrote: ↑Wed Aug 07, 2019 3:08 pmWow, Marcel!
Invoking the imagery and music of Neruda -- love this.
T
merci. I'ts a joy to find these gold nuggets in the literature. Marcel
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OK!!!! Where is the elusive Mitchell and his decathlon???? MarcelTom wrote: ↑Sun Jul 28, 2019 10:31 pm.
Poetry Decathlon
Write ten poems -- one each of the following listed poems completes the decathlon.
If at the close of the Fest you have posted poems from five of the categories, then you have completed the pentathlon. If you have posted seven, then you have completed the heptathlon.
The poems you post need to be new poems, written for this contest.
There is no requirement that you post them in the order listed below. You may post in any order.
When you post a poem to this thread, please identify what form it is. Keep a list of your poems to date. If there are numerous participants, this thread could get long, and if each participant updates their own list in progress, then it should make it an engaging thread.
Best of luck to you all. Remember, if this was easy, everyone would do it. Even prosers. Ooops, sorry prose writers. :)
Before the close of the Festival on August 10, 2019, write and post one of each of the following:
1. Haiku / senryu / Kerouac haiku
2. Limerick
3. Cinquain - any recognized form of cinquain
4. Etheree / reverse etheree / double etheree / double reverse etheree [triples and quads count too]
5. Acrostic poem or square poem
6. Triolet or septolet
7. Sonnet or Sestina
8. Blank Verse minimum two stanzas
9. Free verse - free form
10. Wild Card / Cook’s Choice - author’s selection of any form, no form, etc – just a poem.
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Shakin' the bush, Boss, shakin' the bush.OK!!!! Where is the elusive Mitchell and his decathlon???? Marcel
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#4 Etheree
Cliffside
poised
shit-pants’ed
trembling wild
on narrow ledge–
here I be, matey,
one step from the abyss–
swaying in wind so fervent
I hold pause then feet-first screaming
lurch from the cliff in terrored descent
to plunge feet first into cold-splash success!
.
Cliffside
poised
shit-pants’ed
trembling wild
on narrow ledge–
here I be, matey,
one step from the abyss–
swaying in wind so fervent
I hold pause then feet-first screaming
lurch from the cliff in terrored descent
to plunge feet first into cold-splash success!
.
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#3 Cinquain [Crown Cinquain]
Chaser Cairn
Perchance
our sight bends past
people holding to us
like the gravity of dead stars.
Tonight.
Of course
we have held on
to less, for longer, but
seldom have we held to better.
This tight.
A wind
blows soft into
cupped hands, to make a sound
mourning doves above the clearing.
First light.
The creek
sounds unending
melt high in the mountains,
reluctantly descending toward
twilight.
We make
piece-work progress
you and I, toward mirrored
bits of sky catching our mothing
sight.
.
#3 Cinquain [Crown Cinquain]
Chaser Cairn
Perchance
our sight bends past
people holding to us
like the gravity of dead stars.
Tonight.
Of course
we have held on
to less, for longer, but
seldom have we held to better.
This tight.
A wind
blows soft into
cupped hands, to make a sound
mourning doves above the clearing.
First light.
The creek
sounds unending
melt high in the mountains,
reluctantly descending toward
twilight.
We make
piece-work progress
you and I, toward mirrored
bits of sky catching our mothing
sight.
.
- Tracy Mitchell
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#6 Triolet
Chugging the Dogma /
Twist Not Sober These Defective Thoughts
Clear the pate, if so, of what prattling prate
Might twist sober that which we truly await,
The hate of what we ourselves might abate–
Clear the pate if so, of what prattling prate
We recreate to elucidate our hate,
To then conflate and desecrate – all too late–
So clear the pate if be, of what prattling prate
Might twist sober that which we truly await.
.
#6 Triolet
Chugging the Dogma /
Twist Not Sober These Defective Thoughts
Clear the pate, if so, of what prattling prate
Might twist sober that which we truly await,
The hate of what we ourselves might abate–
Clear the pate if so, of what prattling prate
We recreate to elucidate our hate,
To then conflate and desecrate – all too late–
So clear the pate if be, of what prattling prate
Might twist sober that which we truly await.
.
- Tracy Mitchell
- Posts: 3450
- Joined: Sun Jan 07, 2018 3:58 pm
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#7 Sonnet*
Beyond Color
White dot finger tip smudge –
a puff moon in late day blue sky
lording above stones at work
ripping, at a crawl, new ravines
through timeworn settled sediment.
Wisps of sun-swallowed cloud drift
eat bloodshot peach and cantaloupe smears
above stillnesses of high plains in repose–
entangled swaths of lime-yellow sweet clover
brace to detonate into night conjury–
I am afloat with alchemy and exorcism,
blood japing illusions and remembrance
before a dawning light rediscovers
day’s common, cognizable colors.
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*Note to skeptics: I know this doesn't look like a traditional sonnet, but here's my authority:
Freeform Sonnet – http://thepoetsgarret.com/2017Challenge/form16.html
Beyond Color
White dot finger tip smudge –
a puff moon in late day blue sky
lording above stones at work
ripping, at a crawl, new ravines
through timeworn settled sediment.
Wisps of sun-swallowed cloud drift
eat bloodshot peach and cantaloupe smears
above stillnesses of high plains in repose–
entangled swaths of lime-yellow sweet clover
brace to detonate into night conjury–
I am afloat with alchemy and exorcism,
blood japing illusions and remembrance
before a dawning light rediscovers
day’s common, cognizable colors.
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*Note to skeptics: I know this doesn't look like a traditional sonnet, but here's my authority:
Freeform Sonnet – http://thepoetsgarret.com/2017Challenge/form16.html