For old sake's time

Not as scary as it sounds initially and I only entered because I was pushed, but I must admit I was struggling by the end of the year and it dried up my muse for a long time afterwards!
Also admits to smiling as I lapped people by going round for a 2nd and 3rd time :devil:
 
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It disabled my muse too but it forced me to try new-to-me forms I'd never have attempted otherwise. Do any of the participants still around have poems they submitted and they're particularly proud of? if so post 'em here.....pretty please.
 
It disabled my muse too but it forced me to try new-to-me forms I'd never have attempted otherwise. Do any of the participants still around have poems they submitted and they're particularly proud of? if so post 'em here.....pretty please.

I didn't last long at all (I see from my scorecard), but here is a villanelle I wrote for the challenge:

Flowers and Corpses (A Villanelle)
byAngeline©

The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm,
Even the paintings are vertigo sweet.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.

Whey-faced attendants with rictus aplomb
Cluster like crows among cars and the street.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm

And hush. The lilies lean in for the psalm
Still has clarity. When families meet,
There’s flowers and corpses. (Unlikely balm.)

Still we grip petals of hope in the palm,
Resolute in thrall of flesh yielding heat.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm,

They wear too much perfume. The music, Brahms,
doesn't soothe, all is rouged but incomplete.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.

The day, much like death, slips endlessly on
In each tick of time and click of heartbeat.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.

~

Morbid, huh? :cool:
 
I didn't last long at all (I see from my scorecard), but here is a villanelle I wrote for the challenge:

Flowers and Corpses (A Villanelle)
byAngeline©

The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm,
Even the paintings are vertigo sweet.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.

Whey-faced attendants with rictus aplomb
Cluster like crows among cars and the street.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm

And hush. The lilies lean in for the psalm
Still has clarity. When families meet,
There’s flowers and corpses. (Unlikely balm.)

Still we grip petals of hope in the palm,
Resolute in thrall of flesh yielding heat.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm,

They wear too much perfume. The music, Brahms,
doesn't soothe, all is rouged but incomplete.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.

The day, much like death, slips endlessly on
In each tick of time and click of heartbeat.
The pastel rooms are disturbingly calm.
There’s flowers and corpses. Unlikely balm.

~

Morbid, huh? :cool:

No, it's beautiful, both in imagery and execution of the form.
 
It disabled my muse too but it forced me to try new-to-me forms I'd never have attempted otherwise. Do any of the participants still around have poems they submitted and they're particularly proud of? if so post 'em here.....pretty please.

Well there's always this :D I'd forgotten it was written for Survivor!

Higgledy piggledy everso squiggerdly
rolls the dung beetle all over the land
picking up masses and even morasses
making the most of whatever's at hand.
Little dung beetle, oh little dung beetle
why does your heart sing for buckets of it
life rolling onwards backwards and forwards
shovelling up elephants bit after bit.

Not forgetting being outed by Gm for the first two and last two letters in the last line!
 
Tooting my horn, forgive me.....

......but this made me proud........

Survivor poem - Form Y - Terza Rima Trigger 23 (a speck of dust)

A mote emotes

We float in weightless ecstasy, my countrymen and I,
invisible, we dance unseen until, perhaps, a beam
of cloudless sun unveils our show to the observant eye.

This throng will dance in light and air as if locked in a dream
but often tempo ratchets up encouraged by a breeze.
We are not as benevolent as we, at first, may seem,

if we can find you mouth and nose a favourite game’s to tease,
your nose will run, your eyes will itch and often cry some tears,
we dance our dance inside your nose until we make you sneeze.

Some huddle under furniture, if undisturbed, for years
but I prefer to be alone and dance to my own drum,
I whirl; I float in dreamy drifts, unmindful of my peers

but I am not complacent for I know I may succumb
to mop and bucket, duster or voracious vac-u-um.
-
 
......but this made me proud........

Survivor poem - Form Y - Terza Rima Trigger 23 (a speck of dust)

A mote emotes

We float in weightless ecstasy, my countrymen and I,
invisible, we dance unseen until, perhaps, a beam
of cloudless sun unveils our show to the observant eye.

This throng will dance in light and air as if locked in a dream
but often tempo ratchets up encouraged by a breeze.
We are not as benevolent as we, at first, may seem,

if we can find you mouth and nose a favourite game’s to tease,
your nose will run, your eyes will itch and often cry some tears,
we dance our dance inside your nose until we make you sneeze.

Some huddle under furniture, if undisturbed, for years
but I prefer to be alone and dance to my own drum,
I whirl; I float in dreamy drifts, unmindful of my peers

but I am not complacent for I know I may succumb
to mop and bucket, duster or voracious vac-u-um.
-

Love the last Couplet!
 
Yours was my sole comment for which I love you. :heart:

The feeling is mutual :heart: Let's face it most members in this day and age don't know what a Terza Rima is let alone attempt one. I fear the days of form challenges are slipping away, I used to enjoy them so much too and learned much. I gave up on the Teach Ins for lack of participants, nobody seems willing to stretch themselves beyond Free style. It's all a case of 'Oh I can't right forms', when I first came to this site I couldn't either(apart from a Ballad type) but I was willing to give it a go and made many mistakes but we had fun along the way.
 
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