Crown of Sonnets, 7 will be picked to win in the contest, seven that fit the best together.
It is a 7-sonnet sequence in which
the last line of each sonnet is repeated in the first line of the next.
The first line is repeated as the last line of the 7th. sonnet;
this gives the sequence its crown-like circularity.
These will be MODERN SONNETS, 14 lines, 10 syllables per line
abab cdcd efef gg/ I want flow but strict meter is not necessary. 
* means they said they'd try for us [we'll try 3 at a time & pick which one works best then move one] blend your writing style with Caleb's.
REMEMBER big boy & girl pant- Eileen Ghali * Sarah Kendrick*Dane Ann Smith Johnson* 7
- Carrie Richards *6 Joyce Johnson * 6 Andrea Dietrich* 6
- Caleb Smith * #1
- Craig Cornish *4 The Scribe *4 Mark Peterson *4
- Charles Henderson #2 David Williams * #2
- Catie Lindsey * #3 Nette Onclaud *#3 Jim Goff #3
- Isaiah Zerbst*5 Roy Jerden* 5 Ruben O*Kelly Deschler 5 * binibinig P. .iNk
As you say YES you will be given a number, the poetry is to be read sequentially
ONLY 7 people will win and all of those 7 will get a first place.
Stone in the Cold
By Caleb Smith
#1
Through darkness I come with a stealthy hand,
who but a man shadowed could be so bold?
My eyes hunt take a reckoning of the land,
look into the hollows, constant and cold.
My companion solitude, still as stone,
I am the seeker of winds, and of scent.
By the trees yonder, I wait not alone;
my aim is true, and my purpose unbent.
Yet, death does not bring a smile to my lips,
nor a lift unto this wayfaring heart;
in grief I am fed, from silence I sip,
and from the old wood, I shall never part.
The hunt will remain for those who pursue,
a life that no death could ever undo.
#2 selection C. H.
A life that no death could ever undo,
for there are portals I've yet to find.
Hidden life in the green I wish to pursue,
oh, the secrets of life and death entwine.
I search and search, I will know no defeat.
Each corner turned will find new paths to tread.
The deer or the bear, the fox that I meet
will reveal the secrets of life not death.
So, let the wood talk, hear what it reveals.
Riddle its meanings there to be understood.
The less armor worn, we brandish or wield,
higher truth follows our message of good.
Come into the woods as in days of youth,
we still face the test of absolute truth.
#3 of 3 J. G.
We still face the test of absolute truth,
the nights coming fast, I travel unheard.
The reverence I feel, was born in youth,
tempered by sage, burnt offerings for birds.
Tormented by brambles whose thorns I collect
I come to remains of struggles long gone,
feathers and crushed bone, on these I reflect.
I'm hoping once more, my arms are still strong.
A pine marten scurries, close to my step,
the sweet scent of birch gum, his claws unearth.
My arrow's still sheathed, for creeks I have leapt.
I have grown cold, but my spirit rebirthed.
Tracks at the creek, the water I savor
the brush moves, my aim does not waver.
#4 Marlon
The brush moves, my aim does not waver
Exhaling calm's breath, which merge with the wind
Breeding bellow lures hunt in my favor
Striking gold adjacent to its front limb
My ears navigate towards death's language
The soul's soliloquies sung by the stag
Look into its eyes, buck-knives cure anguish
Table blessings spoil if hunters lag
Blood seasons the arrow for my taste buds
Delicacy offered by pure nature
Unaware of wolves pursuit to taste blood
My meal and I, are conjoined as flavor
Nature is the keeper of its wanted
When hunter is graced being hunted
BUT the action/suspense must BE here- Sonnet 4 begins
BE VERY SENSORY STAY IN FIRST PERSON PRESENT TENSE
Line one verse 4
the brush moves, my aim does not waver.
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