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Jul 06, 2010
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Forever is Too Short a Word
Forever is Too Short a Word
A last breath like eternity
And I bathe in retrospection
With memories of soft sunshine
And campfires comforting twilight.
With caresses of hands entwined
And the warmth of a loving heart
That kindles the spark in my soul
As new laughter sears like lightning.
And then, as with all fever dreams,
This stolen moment unravels
And like kindling, we are consumed
In the rage of Armageddon.
Motivation and Focus.
The was constructed as an example of a entry into the July 2010 Neopoet.com contest. The rules for this contest are below:
* Blankish Verse – Simile
o Exactly 12 lines
o No metaphor allowed
o No rhyming allowed
o Can be any meter
o Subject = Fire
o Contest code = 073110
The subject of the poem had to be fire and, as is my wont, I approached the subject from a more oblique angle. Careful review will find that each stanza has a reference to fire in it and each stanza contains an example of simile. I had a tough time with this entry mostly because I was looking for a different take on the subject and I am so used to metaphor that I had difficulty in avoiding it.
I enjoy blank verse so, once I got the simile issue under control, the biggest challenge was to tell a story in 12 lines. Luckily for me this is a medium in which I often work so I was able to structure the intro, reflection, conclusion in a manner I believe works and is a bit poignant.
By selecting common memories that we have all share, I hoped to have this poem connect with people in a subtle manner so that when the ending was revealed the shock was greater. The goal was to have the reader consider "what if this happened to me? Would I look back as peacefully?"
And, finally, this is an observational piece of a moment captured. It means nothing beyond the reflections of a person the moment before death. For those who wonder, "where is the poetry in that?" I'd ask them to consider a photograph of a sunset. The beauty is in the moment captured, not that ending.
A last breath like eternity
And I bathe in retrospection
With memories of soft sunshine
And campfires comforting twilight.
With caresses of hands entwined
And the warmth of a loving heart
That kindles the spark in my soul
As new laughter sears like lightning.
And then, as with all fever dreams,
This stolen moment unravels
And like kindling, we are consumed
In the rage of Armageddon.
Motivation and Focus.
The was constructed as an example of a entry into the July 2010 Neopoet.com contest. The rules for this contest are below:
* Blankish Verse – Simile
o Exactly 12 lines
o No metaphor allowed
o No rhyming allowed
o Can be any meter
o Subject = Fire
o Contest code = 073110
The subject of the poem had to be fire and, as is my wont, I approached the subject from a more oblique angle. Careful review will find that each stanza has a reference to fire in it and each stanza contains an example of simile. I had a tough time with this entry mostly because I was looking for a different take on the subject and I am so used to metaphor that I had difficulty in avoiding it.
I enjoy blank verse so, once I got the simile issue under control, the biggest challenge was to tell a story in 12 lines. Luckily for me this is a medium in which I often work so I was able to structure the intro, reflection, conclusion in a manner I believe works and is a bit poignant.
By selecting common memories that we have all share, I hoped to have this poem connect with people in a subtle manner so that when the ending was revealed the shock was greater. The goal was to have the reader consider "what if this happened to me? Would I look back as peacefully?"
And, finally, this is an observational piece of a moment captured. It means nothing beyond the reflections of a person the moment before death. For those who wonder, "where is the poetry in that?" I'd ask them to consider a photograph of a sunset. The beauty is in the moment captured, not that ending.
— Pugilist, Jul 06, 2010
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Candlewitch
16 years ago
Dear Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Cat
Bonitaj
16 years ago
Hello Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Bonita,
Professor Purple
16 years ago
Not just a bit poignant!
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Antoine
anonymous1
16 years ago
Question re: Rhyming
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Lisa
anonymous1
16 years ago
Fair enough
jetz
16 years ago
I’m impressed. Most of
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Jetz
Beauregard
16 years ago
You keep throwing me these curve balls
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Kelsey
weirdelf
16 years ago
Perhaps consider
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Jess
anonymous1
16 years ago
Or...
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Lisa
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Jayne,
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Modifications
Seren
16 years ago
I do believe your right it
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Jayne,
Candlewitch
16 years ago
Dear Jonathan
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Cat,
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Apologies for the modifications
Kailashana
16 years ago
What is not a metaphor?
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Anna,
Orphani
16 years ago
“the intent of the stanza
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Anna,
Kailashana
16 years ago
Armageddon is a fictitious
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Anna,
weirdelf
16 years ago
Ah! Very much like the revisions and some notes on metaphor
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Jess
weirdelf
16 years ago
Ah, I understand better now,
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
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weirdelf
16 years ago
ah! You nailed it.
Jonathan Moore
16 years ago
Jess, et all
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