In snow-frozen fields, merrily marigolds smile;
Sun prolongs his shift and night furls her veil;
Alone, moon mourns and light clings to a stile,
And a poet stiches stars, on a stand still sail.
*9th Place* in this premiere contest (judged on Oct. 2, 2020)
Sept. 29, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Original poem: Dream Stitcher
Posted on 9/20/2020 for the contest, Completely Your Choice (13)any form any
theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
stitcher, imagination, moon, poets, sun,
Form: Rhyme
In sand dune deserts, fresh fountains spring;
Delicate cactus dance in mangrove-lit streams;
Lush green leaves in breeze graciously swing,
And a poet stiches stars, on soft skin of beams.
In snow-frozen fields, merrily marigolds smile;
Sun prolongs his shift and night furls her veil;
Alone, moon mourns and light clings to a stile,
And a poet stiches stars, on a stand still sail.
To a desolate cloud, earth hisses her desires
While upward a river, boater paddles his skiff;
Crawling under a thicket ... lovers pick briars,
And a poet stiches dreams, clinging to a cliff.
*A 2nd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 3, 2020)
Sept. 20, 2020
Impact and Metaphors Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: William Kekaula
* An Honorable Mention* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 21, 2020)
Sept. 20, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (13)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
stitcher, dream, imagination, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Times are hard and they always were
Poverty in blood bleeds the heart
Deprivation in breath sheds the tears
Struggle in steps squeezes the sweat
Life in tatters needs a stitcher.
He became one and always was.
The faithful sewing machine
Morphed into his third hand earning
Turning nights into days he didn’t realize
A machine had become a part of him.
The tsunami brought the floods high
Washed his home and belongings away
Nothing he called his own he could keep
Except for the sewing machine a piece of him
Old and tarnished and flaking
Like what the trying times had made him
But the survival instincts they shared.
In search of a solid ground to start life again
He waded through the throttling water
With the life maker on his shoulder.
Man and machine symbiosis stronger in disaster
Reflects mutual dependence life needs to carry
Even if uncertainty seems to cloud the future
Residual hope forms a smile transcending misery.
September 17, 2017
Image Me A Poem
Categories:
stitcher, life, trust,
Form: Free verse