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Dec 17, 2009
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Of Quests and Hopes and Hummingbirds
Of Quests and Hopes and Hummingbirds
Oh the river Silk is a dream
Of vagrant moments caught mid-stream,
Transcending thoughts and arcane plots
And bringing craft that travel there
Safely ashore from. . . everywhere.
I ventured near one brilliant eve,
Stepped on the Spark and took my leave
And watched the haze obscure my gaze
As banks of gold tarnished from view
Like random thoughts recalled askew.
A soft rainbow of reverie
Extended transcendentally
And so obscured all that occurred
Within the moments of my mind;
A soft perception not unkind.
I walked the Spark's nomadic length
And gathered both resolve and strength
For I was fain to ascertain
If Fortune's opportunity
Might grant me fervent charity,
When at my side a voice whispered
I gazed in awe as I concurred
With a request at her behest
I brushed my lips across her hand
And pushed away an errant strand
Of hair of midnight hues complex,
Her eyes were grey with diamond flecks,
They pinned my will and would fulfill
Each careless hope I might remit
Should fate and chance one day permit.
The evening on the river flared
And stars postured as if they dared
Brashly compete in their conceit
With her resplendent beauty bright
That shames the day and quells the night.
For passion is a hummingbird,
Though rarely glimpsed, so often heard
It hovers near and waits in fear
And flutters its millenniums
Yet never wavers or succumbs.
The river trembled and I knew
This pilgrimage of mine was through
And strode alone on banks of stone
And stood engaged in reveries
Composing hopes by calm degrees;
For the river Silk is a dream
Of vagrant ardor caught mid-stream,
Transcending thoughts and arcane plots
And bringing all who travel there
Safely, to love, from everywhere.
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This is my overdue contest entry example for the December 2009 contest which abides by the following rules:
A
A
BB
C
C
Because I wanted the challenge.
This poem, coincidentally enough, was started before the article on metaphor was published on Neopoet but, as I hope is obvious, it is laden with metaphor.
You need not follow any such constraints, just the basic rules but, as of yet, there are no contest entries, which will save us money, truth be told, but saddens me none-the-less.
As for the poem itself, I had trouble finding the starting point. I knew I wanted a river journey but that was about it. What developed was an accident based off of the first line. I wrote "The river Silk is a dream" instead of "The river Silk is like a dream" and then was captured by the image. From there I decided to blend in my recent focus on passion poetry and to reference rather than exactly abide by the rules of the contest.
After all, at the end of the day, all we know actually existed was the main character. The rest, well, it's a state of mind, rather like poetry.
So, where are your entries?
As always, harsh critique is welcome. I've worked on this for several weeks but I see some rough patches remaining and hope others might aid me in identifying areas for improvement.
Oh the river Silk is a dream
Of vagrant moments caught mid-stream,
Transcending thoughts and arcane plots
And bringing craft that travel there
Safely ashore from. . . everywhere.
I ventured near one brilliant eve,
Stepped on the Spark and took my leave
And watched the haze obscure my gaze
As banks of gold tarnished from view
Like random thoughts recalled askew.
A soft rainbow of reverie
Extended transcendentally
And so obscured all that occurred
Within the moments of my mind;
A soft perception not unkind.
I walked the Spark's nomadic length
And gathered both resolve and strength
For I was fain to ascertain
If Fortune's opportunity
Might grant me fervent charity,
When at my side a voice whispered
I gazed in awe as I concurred
With a request at her behest
I brushed my lips across her hand
And pushed away an errant strand
Of hair of midnight hues complex,
Her eyes were grey with diamond flecks,
They pinned my will and would fulfill
Each careless hope I might remit
Should fate and chance one day permit.
The evening on the river flared
And stars postured as if they dared
Brashly compete in their conceit
With her resplendent beauty bright
That shames the day and quells the night.
For passion is a hummingbird,
Though rarely glimpsed, so often heard
It hovers near and waits in fear
And flutters its millenniums
Yet never wavers or succumbs.
The river trembled and I knew
This pilgrimage of mine was through
And strode alone on banks of stone
And stood engaged in reveries
Composing hopes by calm degrees;
For the river Silk is a dream
Of vagrant ardor caught mid-stream,
Transcending thoughts and arcane plots
And bringing all who travel there
Safely, to love, from everywhere.
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This is my overdue contest entry example for the December 2009 contest which abides by the following rules:
- Narrative poetry
- Tells a fictional story
- Must include the following:
- Two (2) humans
- One (1) animal
- One (1) vehicle
- 100 lines or less
- Prize: $ 25 Amazon.com gift certificate
- Contest code:123109
A
A
BB
C
C
Because I wanted the challenge.
This poem, coincidentally enough, was started before the article on metaphor was published on Neopoet but, as I hope is obvious, it is laden with metaphor.
You need not follow any such constraints, just the basic rules but, as of yet, there are no contest entries, which will save us money, truth be told, but saddens me none-the-less.
As for the poem itself, I had trouble finding the starting point. I knew I wanted a river journey but that was about it. What developed was an accident based off of the first line. I wrote "The river Silk is a dream" instead of "The river Silk is like a dream" and then was captured by the image. From there I decided to blend in my recent focus on passion poetry and to reference rather than exactly abide by the rules of the contest.
After all, at the end of the day, all we know actually existed was the main character. The rest, well, it's a state of mind, rather like poetry.
So, where are your entries?
As always, harsh critique is welcome. I've worked on this for several weeks but I see some rough patches remaining and hope others might aid me in identifying areas for improvement.
— Pugilist, Dec 17, 2009
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Critiques
weirdelf
16 years 5 months ago
A crystalline beauty here Jonathon
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
Thank you, as always
weirdelf
16 years 5 months ago
there is a rumour going round to that effect
Tam the Chanter
16 years 5 months ago
majestic
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
Thank you for the kind words
magics02
16 years 5 months ago
Wonderful
weirdelf
16 years 5 months ago
me like
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
I was bothereed by the transition between stanza 3 and 4
Tam the Chanter
16 years 5 months ago
SECOND TIME ROUND
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
Ian
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
I read the first version and
sha_onarainyday
16 years 5 months ago
Sorta like Dante being led
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks for the insight and comments
yenti
16 years 5 months ago
Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
Ian
yenti
16 years 4 months ago
Jonathan
Orphani
16 years 5 months ago
Firstly I want to say I
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
I'm not sure I understand the question
Orphani
16 years 5 months ago
I never knew the varieties
weirdelf
16 years 5 months ago
Barry, perhaps you need to read out loud
Orphani
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks for the correction on
weirdelf
16 years 5 months ago
Yeah, sorry, I should have realised,
Orphani
16 years 5 months ago
I am new to the
Tam the Chanter
16 years 5 months ago
Fain
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
No fair
Jonathan Moore
16 years 5 months ago
General Notes
Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Imo, (there I go again) it
Jonathan Moore
16 years 4 months ago
Minor change to opening line
Tam the Chanter
16 years 4 months ago
last line
Jonathan Moore
16 years 4 months ago
Another excellent suggestion