Photo Challenge

[Angeline]

We haven't done this for a while. Look at the attached photo and write a poem about wherever the photo takes your imagination. Make it more than ten lines unless it's a (good) haiku. Traditional form or free verse: your choice. You have until August 22, 6pm Eastern Standard Time to submit your poem. A whole week! You can do it.

If anyone wants to upload the photo and put it in a post, go for it. I don't have the space online and I have to go make mashed potatos and turkey gravy anyway.

 

[Liar]

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mi_liar/Missing-Piece.jpg

 

[Angeline]

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mi_liar/Missing-Piece.jpg

Thank you, L man.

This would make a good illustrated poem because you can write on the puzzle pieces. The photo is from the stockxchange and can be used for nonprofit purposes.

 

[Tzara]

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mi_liar/Missing-Piece.jpg

Sim·ple·Po·em·in·Me·tre

You kept me
under the table
away from
those white brothers
who all joined
as one.

I can't see
how to be able
to become
one these others
have enjoined
all sons.

I am free.
I am unlabeled
and not dumb.
Freed speech bothers
their conjoined
fray gun.

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

always the black sheep,
I keep to myself
unless the moment is right
and the stars are aligned correctly
then and only then will the real me emerge
bursting forth with fury
then everyone will know
that I am someone to be reckoned with
don't mess with me unless
you are ready...
for the challenge

 

[wildsweetone]

Six Corners of a Puzzle


One

I was promised peace
and so lay quietly.​

Two

I am invisible -
the moon blocks the sun.​

Three

There are no crevices,
no corners that fit incorrectly,
no angles that grind deliberately.​

Four

I am your conscience.​

Five

I am your soul.​

Six

I am you.​

 

[Eluard]

Six Corners of a Puzzle


One

I was promised peace
and so lay quietly.​

Two

I am invisible -
the moon blocks the sun.​

Three

There are no crevices,
no corners that fit incorrectly,
no angles that grind deliberately.​

Four

I am your conscience.​

Five

I am your soul.​

Six

I am you.​

LOVED this!

 

[Liar]

This would make a good illustrated poem because you can write on the puzzle pieces. The photo is from the stockxchange and can be used for nonprofit purposes.

Something like dis?

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mi_liar/piece.jpg

 

[wildsweetone]

LOVED this!

thank you where's yours?

 

[RhymeFairy]

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mi_liar/Missing-Piece.jpg

Half full from lines wasted, too many
telling. Can you not see, really
see, I am half empty. Long distance
nights left me, to rediscover,
where all my pieces are hidden. Once
a vision, clear and beautiful, with tight
fitting seams. Now I sag in the middle
and steam blow the rafters.



~

 

[Eluard]

Put on spot!

thank you where's yours?

Ah…um… it's coming?

 

[The_Fool]

Ah…um… it's coming?

Mines not even breathing hard yet....

 

[FifthFlower]

Missing Piece

"This puzzle must have missing pieces."
As I searched, I found each one,
Except that one that never ceases
To stay lost, now it is done.

 

[Eluard]

Mines not even breathing hard yet....

Mine's not even got off the couch — oh wait, that's the same thing.

 

[BDSM_Slave]

Huh

Really this is it ? You want that what?

 

[Eluard]

Really this is it ? You want that what?

"Want that what?" what? Speak slave!

 

[WickedEve]

Something like dis?

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mi_liar/piece.jpg

I wasn't inspired by this image until I saw what you did with it. It works perfectly as an illustrated poem.

 

[Angeline]

Something like dis?

http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e394/mi_liar/piece.jpg

This is excellent. It's exactly what I was thinking of. And you have the words centered perfectly on the pieces. I thought I'd have to turn it on its side to achieve that.

 

[Eluard]

Enigma Variations

1.

To see you — to feel your strange and beautiful pain
On the road to here,
Streaming from the spilled glass of night.

2.

To see, to see — you.
Swaddled darkness — hunger of an entire forest.


3.

To see you
Ship-wrecked, eye-droppered
On some distant star
Dragged in chains behind the jagged wheel of the sun.
My sun.

4.

To see you, full of the unbearable ache of being that
One thing and no other.
In the darkness of trees, something
Saying: ‘I am your second soul’.

5.

To sea — sails puffed out like the cheeks of a cherub
Breaking through the darkness of the sea.
You.

6.

To see your pain — a stone that I will carry for you
Far within your pain
Far inside the fabric of things.

7.

Do I seem to have arrived from a long journey?
Am I the one? The one you open for?
Am I dragged in chains behind you?

8.

Melt. Open. Fall far.
A cry with the muted drum — as you run
Home to me.

 

[Angeline]

Enigma Variations

1.

To see you — to feel your strange and beautiful pain
On the road to here,
Streaming from the spilled glass of night.

2.

To see, to see — you.
Swaddled darkness — hunger of an entire forest.


3.

To see you
Ship-wrecked, eye-droppered
On some distant star
Dragged in chains behind the jagged wheel of the sun.
My sun.

4.

To see you, full of the unbearable ache of being that
One thing and no other.
In the darkness of trees, something
Saying: ‘I am your second soul’.

5.

To sea — sails puffed out like the cheeks of a cherub
Breaking through the darkness of the sea.
You.

6.

To see your pain — a stone that I will carry for you
Far within your pain
Far inside the fabric of things.

7.

Do I seem to have arrived from a long journey?
Am I the one? The one you open for?
Am I dragged in chains behind you?

8.

Melt. Open. Fall far.
A cry with the muted drum — as you run
Home to me.

And this is excellent, too. Amazing how one photo can elicit such variation. When I taught writing, my colleagues and I always agreed that the best writing prompts are like a springboard that catapault writers in many directions.

 

[Tathagata]

This is excellent. It's exactly what I was thinking of. And you have the words centered perfectly on the pieces. I thought I'd have to turn it on its side to achieve that.

tee hee

 

[Angeline]

Really this is it ? You want that what?

Use your imagination.

 

[Tathagata]

And when I found the word
spoke
and believed
the word
i left a hole
unseen by me
visible only
by those who still cling
to the me that once was
there

escape the puzzle brothers
deny boundaries
refuse
to fit

 

[Eluard]

And this is excellent, too. Amazing how one photo can elicit such variation. When I taught writing, my colleagues and I always agreed that the best writing prompts are like a springboard that catapault writers in many directions.

Thanks Ange! This was a well-chosen picture to get some poems from.

 

[ishtat]

Puzzle of Soloman

Black but comely am I Daughter
O good daughter of Jerusalem
black in depth and black outstanding
cloaked in black your fingers find me
form and fit me. firmly Daughter
to your whiteness sweetly rounded
In completion, satiated.