Anglo-Saxon rulers were interned in the Orford castle.
Its polygonal edges secure the town's harbor from dazzle.
Many tallies of feral men caught in fisher webs hassle.
In 1826, Joseph Turner intended a hardcover poetry book.
On his trip to England's East Coast, he was led to the fort look.
Turner drew it with a pencil tracing.
He used a deep stain on a blue rag to add raging.
Orford's fort was veiled by red twilight in a verse hard coating.
Written: February 04, 2022
http://collection.imamuseum.org/artwork/49383/
A Strand (1069) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
polygonal, art, beauty, color, history,
Form: Ekphrasis
The Death Of A Flower Girl
"If hope hath flown away in a dream or in none, is it therefore the less
GONE?"
I met you in a Church garden, my crude-crafted polygonal character
crashing into your lovely high-definition pre-rendered flower-bed.
You tended me like one of your daffodils
Healing me with one of your white magic spells.
I knew from that first moment
That our love would be all too brief.
But little did I know that you would be stolen away
Long before the slick end sequence...
Sweet heroine, with footsteps so soft you hopped into my heart,
I wasn't ready for any love but yours.
Why, oh why, Sephiroth - you, who I otherwise loved also as a character -
did you have to cut her down ? From that day forth, everything in my life
turned black...
How I searched the internet, hoping to undo
The fateful work of that terrible blade,
Hopelessly cheated and betrayed by fake promises of resurrection...
Aeris- your name still hangs on my lips, ringing with tears and regrets my
childish recollection
Categories:
polygonal, allegory, angel, angst, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
The typical intro,
A moment of reflection,
Philosophical conversation with my glass veil is ago,
I swear she's the perfect audience lacking in cognition but excellent in reception,
Shameless in anonymity and thoroughly content being one-dimensional,
An afterthought emerged from reverberating echoes,
Rationalizing a fantasy through demented reality and an appeal to logos,
External concern expressed through intellectual opinion against a majesty outside the realm of scientific convention,
A slight ringing in my ear,
The hazing of the eyes,
My hand presses against the screen and a genie appears,
her technicolor smoke-screen muffles sound and blankets sight,
Far beyond my mortal boundaries I reach,
Into the land of impossibilities ignorantly called "make believe",
Calling upon my polygonal masters from this pulpit I beseech,
That your realm of tangible thought be opened to me,
Allow me to apply my humble craft in hopes of conveying your magnificence to the world,
So that they too will experience your wonder,
Before they grow too old.
Categories:
polygonal, age, computer, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Let green not your wonder red,
Less your square, that I blue.
Though I now orange fifty hexagons,
I have grey, and have, rhombus.
Shapes, though divine, colored things;
Some have brown as old again.
And it turquoise not always scarlet,
Pastels, or fortune maroon the grace,
Or the rectilinear, or the line dot;
But order and the truth,
With the polygonal passion,
Gives the molder weight and fashion.
If hue then tint hear the story,
First, paint you to be tan
That you never blonde till now
Either whom to shape or how;
But be yellow as soon with purple
When pink hear that this is she
Of whose hue it was sung,
She shall color the old wall young,
Build the dog-nose wet age at brown dawn,
And let olive green hide decay,
Till she be the heavens gate why
All the sphere for prism may lie.
Categories:
polygonal, old, green, old,
Form: Free verse
Atomic blue
O’ clock
Polyhedral bubble multiplication
Non-organic, viral blob
Imprecise labyrinth structure waves
Transversal jump into flesh
Devouring verbal traits
Thunderstorm restructuration
Polygonal invasion sucks chemistry dry
Suppress animal kingdom psyche
Urban complexity montage
Beeps over beats
Heatless synthetic lines
Vitality through codes
Radical being prototype
Complete
Categories:
polygonal, science fiction
Form: Free verse
Stalling asleep
dragged from my bed
a currency exchange of wet sheet rhetoric
begins flowing through my head
this isn't
really
happening
chubby red devils
polygonal angels
Gods and Goddesses
Playwrights and charlatans
What an event
taking place
here
this can't
really
be
happening
Fog rich terraformed formations
ferment within my grasp
yet still slip through my palms
Told you
this
isn't
occurring
Sideway hill slide
I play it safe on clouds
watch the feet make their way to the mountain
Play it safe from the clouds to the water below
play it safe
Eyeball flotation
new hobby
realization
a thing of the past
This all happens before our very eyelids
I play it safe from the pillow
Categories:
polygonal, art
Form: Free verse