The following three poems received the most votes in their respective polls.
Poll 1
Poem 5 by Mojo_Cat
all this in winter...
________these quiet strawlike emotions I do not trust them
faithless, heatless woman staring trembling through the drapes at the
____________________________________________________sun.
burnished lips and nails and somehow
soothing black sheets
in a room too full of violence
to sleep in more than once
__December is a dream
__________________warm and soft and (nothing that happens
_____________________in December is ever fully real) vaguely wet
__________________________________every flake has shining Eyes
_it all seems to fall by like weightless snowflakes
and melt on your tongue
_this intransigence is a dream
_________that waits and hides
_________behind thick oh Yes
_________eyes
Poll 2
Poem 13 by Ishtat
Listen. Hear me daughter's daughter's child
my days grow dark are shortening
and flesh is wearied to the bone
The long night calls me home
it is my time
and my decembering.
In lengthening days
listen. Hear me daughter's daughter's child
and sing our spirit on.
Poll 3
Poem 20 by PandoraGlitters (Winner)
December
She is the youngest daughter. Don’t be fooled
by the frosting in her hair; that is just the evidence of the baker’s love,
his floury handprints still carried on her back.
She is the king’s meekest daughter, the one he gave nothing
but his affection, the one whose inheritance remains intact.
She comes slow, walking alone, trailing her cloak in the snow,
catching a twig in the trim as boot heels puncture
the crust beneath powder. Her tracks are filled again
by the sweep of that train, pulling powder into the crevices
of her legacy. She craves invisibility, but wherever she steps
she hears trumpets. All the fuss exhausts her.
Still it is with good cheer that she lays down,
an angel in the snow bank.
She gets her wish as the year rolls over
on top of her and snores himself awake.
Congratulations to these finalists and to all who submitted poems for the contest!
Voting in this "finals" round is limited to those who entered the contest. Please choose your favorite of these three poems (identify them either by poll number or poem number), and pm your vote to The Poets. Voting on these three finalists is open until 11:59 PST, December 23, 2007. The winner will be announced on the 24th.
Thanks again to all who have participated. Great poems!
Poll 1
Poem 5 by Mojo_Cat
all this in winter...
________these quiet strawlike emotions I do not trust them
faithless, heatless woman staring trembling through the drapes at the
____________________________________________________sun.
burnished lips and nails and somehow
soothing black sheets
in a room too full of violence
to sleep in more than once
__December is a dream
__________________warm and soft and (nothing that happens
_____________________in December is ever fully real) vaguely wet
__________________________________every flake has shining Eyes
_it all seems to fall by like weightless snowflakes
and melt on your tongue
_this intransigence is a dream
_________that waits and hides
_________behind thick oh Yes
_________eyes
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Poll 2
Poem 13 by Ishtat
Listen. Hear me daughter's daughter's child
my days grow dark are shortening
and flesh is wearied to the bone
The long night calls me home
it is my time
and my decembering.
In lengthening days
listen. Hear me daughter's daughter's child
and sing our spirit on.
*********************
Poll 3
Poem 20 by PandoraGlitters (Winner)
December
She is the youngest daughter. Don’t be fooled
by the frosting in her hair; that is just the evidence of the baker’s love,
his floury handprints still carried on her back.
She is the king’s meekest daughter, the one he gave nothing
but his affection, the one whose inheritance remains intact.
She comes slow, walking alone, trailing her cloak in the snow,
catching a twig in the trim as boot heels puncture
the crust beneath powder. Her tracks are filled again
by the sweep of that train, pulling powder into the crevices
of her legacy. She craves invisibility, but wherever she steps
she hears trumpets. All the fuss exhausts her.
Still it is with good cheer that she lays down,
an angel in the snow bank.
She gets her wish as the year rolls over
on top of her and snores himself awake.
*********************
Congratulations to these finalists and to all who submitted poems for the contest!
Voting in this "finals" round is limited to those who entered the contest. Please choose your favorite of these three poems (identify them either by poll number or poem number), and pm your vote to The Poets. Voting on these three finalists is open until 11:59 PST, December 23, 2007. The winner will be announced on the 24th.
Thanks again to all who have participated. Great poems!
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But I do appreciate the vote of confidence and the lovely prize. Thanks everyone and happy holidays.
