Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in December 2010
Bleak
Bleak
Bestowed
Sand
... A past dance
With a sea devil
Lost souls
Found upon a new land
Separated from their heaven
Sky blends
Into starscapes
Hidden above
The fronds of
Loose leafed cloud
Nimble cumulated raindrops
Froth down into the blue expanse
I imagine children playing
Lives out as drowned men
From a far culture
I toy with the idea they are them
Lived again
Laughing on the warm sand
On a gorgeous August day
Watching the stars
For their return.
Paul Fletcher
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Competition - September 2011
Various
Star Cat - Paul Fletcher
Gazing at Star.
Relection of who he is.
The wonder of what we are.
Star Cat Gazes.
His image of the stars is his ownself.
His eye a bauble of Creation.
His pupil a galaxy.
His green saucer his inner eye through which he flies.
His whiskers tenous threads of energy to space.
His nose scents and scans the scant empty space.
He longs to leap into those forgotten stars.
He is wired for space.
And in time his evolution will take him there.
Paul Fletcher
Cats Eyes - John Carré Buchanan
He owns the night
that owns the light.
Tapetum Lucidum
and Retina do their work.
Twice seen light
makes night, light;
and light night
means dinner.
John Carré Buchanan
Gazing at Star.
Relection of who he is.
The wonder of what we are.
Star Cat Gazes.
His image of the stars is his ownself.
His eye a bauble of Creation.
His pupil a galaxy.
His green saucer his inner eye through which he flies.
His whiskers tenous threads of energy to space.
His nose scents and scans the scant empty space.
He longs to leap into those forgotten stars.
He is wired for space.
And in time his evolution will take him there.
Paul Fletcher
Cats Eyes - John Carré Buchanan
He owns the night
that owns the light.
Tapetum Lucidum
and Retina do their work.
Twice seen light
makes night, light;
and light night
means dinner.
John Carré Buchanan
Competition - December 2010
Janinka Diverio
December 2010 - 1st Janinka Diverio, 2nd Paul G Fletcher.
Paused - Janinka Diverio
Paused
Washed up, eroded
by the course of, the force of...
...the caressing game of life
Once stirred, once a battle against the odds
Still
Ogre-like in its stature –
- like you
A failed plight, dead of night
A colossus so frail, strewn masts and a shredded sail
Now simply a faintly image, my friend –
- like you
Ghostly clouds embody the secrets of a hoped-for land
of a kind face, a warm heart and a stroke of your hand
Deathly silent, tears shed,
what lies now on the ocean bed?
Paused -
so quiet
Embers littered midst drift woods and lives
Caused -
what caused
shattered hopes, quashed spirits and severed ties
- by you?
Janinka Diverio
Bleak - Paul Fletcher
Bleak
Bleak
Bestowed
Sand
... A past dance
With a sea devil
Lost souls
Found upon a new land
Separated from their heaven
Sky blends
Into starscapes
Hidden above
The fronds of
Loose leafed cloud
Nimble cumulated raindrops
Froth down into the blue expanse
I imagine children playing
Lives out as drowned men
From a far culture
I toy with the idea they are them
Lived again
Laughing on the warm sand
On a gorgeous August day
Watching the stars
For their return.
Paul Fletcher
Paused - Janinka Diverio
Paused
Washed up, eroded
by the course of, the force of...
...the caressing game of life
Once stirred, once a battle against the odds
Still
Ogre-like in its stature –
- like you
A failed plight, dead of night
A colossus so frail, strewn masts and a shredded sail
Now simply a faintly image, my friend –
- like you
Ghostly clouds embody the secrets of a hoped-for land
of a kind face, a warm heart and a stroke of your hand
Deathly silent, tears shed,
what lies now on the ocean bed?
Paused -
so quiet
Embers littered midst drift woods and lives
Caused -
what caused
shattered hopes, quashed spirits and severed ties
- by you?
Janinka Diverio
Bleak - Paul Fletcher
Bleak
Bleak
Bestowed
Sand
... A past dance
With a sea devil
Lost souls
Found upon a new land
Separated from their heaven
Sky blends
Into starscapes
Hidden above
The fronds of
Loose leafed cloud
Nimble cumulated raindrops
Froth down into the blue expanse
I imagine children playing
Lives out as drowned men
From a far culture
I toy with the idea they are them
Lived again
Laughing on the warm sand
On a gorgeous August day
Watching the stars
For their return.
Paul Fletcher
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