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NeoGAF's Poetry Corner - #51: Mirrors



Theme: Mirrors

Optional Secondary Objective: Unified metaphor/imagery

Stick to a single metaphor class throughout your piece.


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The deadline is next Friday, the 25th of May 2012.

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Found some time today. Won't have time to get back to it this week unfortunately so I'm posting early.

Asking Alice

And again you left your face inside my mirror
As well as all the space between your sides
Is this visage really you my dear?
Or rather what the world prescribed?

Now you are gone away with vagrant paces
Searching for your lost reflection
Why is it that you stray from complacent faces
Inside each mirror for new direction?

Daylight dreamer, wide-eyed sleeper
Why do you find the ones who wear the crown?
Turn away you keyhole peeker
Less is more to keep your head from off the ground

So little girl I must implore you
Let your curls unfurl upon each ear
It is you who must adore you
If you want your face to leave the mirror
 
I will definitely have time for that. Although I know next to nothing about poetry so I hope any criticism I give doesn't come off as too shortsighted.
 
Don't worry about that. I'm pretty sure everyone just jots down what works with them and what didn't. I know that's what I do.
 
Poem of the week

Night
From Songs Of Innocence
by William Blake (1757-1827)


The sun descending in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight,
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: 'Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold,
As I guard o'er the fold.
'

http://youtu.be/mJBxxRofYoA

yep, i saw the youtube vid randomly and just needed a reason to post it.
 
...and crappy speed poem writing powers activate!

Spherical

I keep my eyes down
Its hard to look at.
That round sliver dome.
To show what is coming
To show where I've been
To show what looms for me
For me to see my present state
For me to see the ones around me
For me to see the space I fill
It's meant to warn me
It's supposed to protect me
It's there so I can see what is coming next.

I call bullshit.
 
Through glances caught in the shattered glass
the man recoils in fear,
in the mirror's surface what would come to pass,
reflected, a future near,
so, in fear the man flees, with fateful steps,
terror he had come to find,
as onwards the sands of time slowly crept,
while fate grimly clouded his mind,
with images wrought from a vision of hell,
a future he just could not bare,
upon those torturous scenes his mind did dwell,
as down he dove, down deep in to despair.
 
Square

I keep my eyes down;
It's hard to look at.
Damn, I'm ugly.
I tried to apply some makeup
on to my cheeks and my nose
and some on to my forehead
but all I can see is what I look like now:
an ugly person
who wants to look around me
and find out the wonders of life.

I call bullshit.
Through glances caught in the shattered glass
the man recoils in fear
at my face.
Why am I so ugly?
Maybe it's because I don't want to be pretty.
I'll just put some more makeup on
and try to figure out if
my future self will look more like a celebrity.
After all, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
 
Shadow

A monstrous silhouette
beyond the threshold

Familiar. Frightening. Wrong.

Its shadow carries through the gloaming,
battering at the doorway,
dim where bright should rule

Cold, the darkling form, hard-edged, grim.
It pushes, always pushes
yet it dare not cross the threshold

Of silvered glass.
 
on writing,
by ashes.

Dear Sairah,

Your innocence & trust is wonderful,
But I am not a good fit,
Please don't read those words of mine,
And interpret them to be me,
They're what I see,
They don't reflect me.
It's important that you know this,
I'm not here to mislead,
I consider you a friend,
And friendship is built on honesty.

I know you're on my side,
But heart on heart,
that thing we talked about,
I know now It'll never happen,
So I've put it aside.
Yet do I not walk on?
Golfing alone in the moon light,
And I'm completely fine.
As long as there is dew on grass,
and warmth in the reader's grasp,
And love is there to be found,
I carry the quill,
For no other reason but that
I like the sound...

Yours sincerely,
Ashes.

ps. In the end, I suppose being in love helps,
to grind like a needle on a record,
And go for another round.
 
1. Cyan - Excellent word choice. Silvered glass sticks out to me for some reason. Although normally I find I have a hard time attaching myself to non-rhymed poetry, you've fashioned excellent imagery through your choice of words. Good poem.

2. FelixOrion - Sometimes what one feels is hastily procured can produce honesty and originality. Even if you don't feel same, I feel like this poem flows quite well. ("Its" needs an apostrophe)

3. Bootaaay - Very solid poem. Great pacing and rhyming.
 
1. Grakl - Indeed it is, now allow me to return the favor. It always seems your poems are an island of humor in a sea of dark poems, thread after thread. I'm glad I got the humor poking this week.

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2. Crops55 - Pretty cryptic, I thought; made me focus and dig and scratch my head, but in a good way. (And grammar error noted, thanks.)

3. Bootaaay - I always enjoy the very "snapshot" nature of your style, and I always enjoy reading about descents into madness.
 
Votes:

1. Cyan - Shadow
2. Bootaaay - Through glances caught in the shattered glass...
3. Ward - Vivid

It always seems your poems are an island of humor in a sea of dark poems, thread after thread. I'm glad I got the humor poking this week.

Happy to make a smile, haha
 
1. Ashes1396 - on writing
2. Bootaaay - Through glances caught in the shattered glass...
3. FelixOrion - Spherical

Yeah, I saw "I call bullshit" a second time, was confused, then saw what was going on and got a good laugh. Clever. ;)
 
Okay so I can't get decent feedback for this anywhere. Will someone be so kind as to spare a few minutes of their time and tell me what they think of this? It would be greatly appreciated(and yes, Cyan, I lifted your word:)) :

And Then...

A starless night, a severed moon
Silvered light spilled in my room
Curtain lace of virgin white
Quivered with a virgin’s plight
Windows wide to wind that trails
Distant sighs on rusted rail
While clockwork greets the day’s defeat
With song that sweetly soaked in
These thoughts that bled, dripped from my head
Into the soundless ocean
 
I'm not sure about the soundless ocean reference. Nor the imagery of virginity. But I think the middle three lines are best.

Windows wide to wind that trails
Distant sighs on rusted rail
While clockwork greets the day’s defeat.



Especially,

Windows wide to wind that trails.


There's an originality there not in the rest of the poem. Good stuff.
 
I'm not sure about the soundless ocean reference. Nor the imagery of virginity. But I think the middle three lines are best.

Windows wide to wind that trails
Distant sighs on rusted rail
While clockwork greets the dayÂ’s defeat.



Especially,

Windows wide to wind that trails.


There's an originality there not in the rest of the poem. Good stuff.

Thank you for your honesty. It's weird, as I get this a lot, people tell me they like a certain section and it was the one I spent the least amount of time on. The soundless ocean is the subconscious as I fall asleep. I rather liked that bit...is it not a strong connection/image/feeling? Also which line of the virgin stuff is vague?
 
Go with what you like I suppose. Sometimes, unintentionally some pieces of my writing, when I glance at it at a later date, give the effect of straining to impress, when at no point, in my thought process, do I consciously attempt to do so. Maybe natural effortless poetry is best. If I'm honest, I don't know.

And if I'm really honest, sometimes, Good poetry is good, because it's just when two people's tastes align. Sure that taste improves, the more you look at poetry and prose. The easiest way to explain it is this. You look at a drawing, and you think, oh this is really good. Then you see a hundred drawings, and the paintings sort of blend in, and then you really see where someone's piece stands out as good and some others that are not so good. Maybe you read a couple of hundred books on the subject matter, and you know why this failed, or that excelled, even if a lot of people didn't or don't.

So in effect, at first glance, without really engaging it, I'm seeing contradictions [soundless oceans/ oceans, seas are often referenced for their sounds. "you can hear the sound of the sea in a seashell, donchayaknow!], and things in the piece, that appear not to be needed there, the virginity aspect. So I try to be careful which cognitive libraries I call or address.

Soundless oceans, don't to me conjure up ideas of the sub-concious, or drifting into it. That may only be me though. But had you said, your dreams were akin to soundless oceans, it automatically makes me latch onto those two ideas, and makes me think in the right direction. And as you explained it, muted oceans, and dreams.. and now, I can think of your poem in this way.

You can do this with any poem. Take for example, from my own example: golfing alone in the moonlight.

What's that about? the notion of playing by your self. For your self. Golfers on tv always play in front of an audience. Golfing in the moonlight, I wanted to say, was me trying to explain the experience of a wannabe pro-golfer, playing not for a crowd, but playing for himself. Why at night? well, by then the crowds have gone home. It's also darker, and lonelier. The moon light is a reference to... well you get the idea. Sometimes you feel your way around emotions, and hope the reader feels or at least sees what you see. Sometimes the telekinesis is instant with something or someone we are familiar with. I know what the author is saying, its clear and I believe him. <I suppose this is just me as a reader.

Which leads me onto the virginity part. It feels like an outlier...
 
Winner: Bootaaay!

Vote Count:
Bootaaay - 9 (1)
Cyan - 7 (2)
Ashes1396 - 6 (2)
Grakl - 5 (1)
Crops55 - 4
FelixOrion - 3
Ward - 2

Well done, B! Dual writing crown. ;)
 
The NeoGAF Poetry Society: Alumni's Archive Thread #01 to #55

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The NeoGAF Poetry Society: Previous Challenges: #01 to #56

Poetry Challenge #01: Reflection
Poetry Challenge #02: Making the Blind See (+ 5W poems)
Poetry Challenge #03: Interior (+ Incorporate a song or album title)
Poetry Challenge #04: History (+ Dream Song poems)
Poetry Challenge #05: A View From Afar or Within (+ Clerihew poems)
Poetry Challenge #06: The Surreal and the Fantastical (+ Haikus)
Poetry Challenge #07: Expectations versus Reality (+ Ode)
Poetry Challenge #08: Mirror's Edge (+ Rhymes)
Poetry Challenge #09: Look on the Bright Side (+ poem must end with _________________ as it's last line)
Poetry Challenge #10: Obsolete (+ Ink)
Poetry Challenge #11: Pride (+ Kanye West)
Poetry Challenge #12: Passing By (+ Allegory)
Poetry Challenge #13: Take this Society (+ Ballards)
Poetry Challenge #14: The Dark (+ Add Zombies to taste)
Poetry Challenge #15: The Great Winter (+ Elegy)
Poetry Challenge #16: What Nature Reclaims (+ Lay)
Poetry Challenge #17: Storm Clouds Rising (+ First Person)
Poetry Challenge #18: The Phoenix (+ Enjambment)
Poetry Challenge #19: Psychopomps (+ Assonance)
Poetry Challenge #20: Death in the Family (+ Limericks)
Poetry Challenge #21: A Night on the Town (+ Didactic Poems)
Poetry Challenge #22: A Letter to the World (+ Inside Outside Poetry)
Poetry Challenge #23: The Blues
Poetry Challenge #24: Space, Above & Beyond (+ Prose Poetry)
Poetry Challenge #25: Futurism (+ Avoid Technology)
Poetry Challenge #26: Prove you Exist (+ Lyrical Poetry)
Poetry Challenge #27: Love, Happiness, Peace, Summer & Pixar! (+ Couplets)
Poetry Challenge #28: Dying Earth (+ Blank Verse)
Poetry Challenge #29: War (+ Narrative/Epic Poems)
Poetry Challenge #30: Dreams (+ the return of First Person)
Poetry Challenge #31: At Gunpoint (+ Epic Poetry/Broetry)
Poetry Challenge #32: Two Sides of an Epic Coin Toss (+ Metre & Rhythm)
Poetry Challenge #33: Lust (+ Poetry Slam)
Poetry Challenge #34: Fear (+ Lyric Poetry *To Accompaniment)
Poetry Challenge #35: Detachment (+ A return to allegory)
Poetry Challenge #36: Open (+ Throw Paint on the Wall, See What Sticks!)
Poetry Challenge #37: Chained (+ Cinquain poetry)
Poetry Challenge #38: The Human Experience
Poetry Challenge #39: Of Plants & Trees (+ The return of the Limerick)
Poetry Challenge #40: Homelessness (+ Etheree)
Poetry Challenge #41: Escape
Poetry Challenge #42: Eve of Destruction (+ Ch&#333;ka)
Poetry Challenge #43: A life worth keeping (+ Anger)
Poetry Challenge #44: Out of Reach (+ Storytelling)
Poetry Challenge #45: Grave (+ Alliteration)
Poetry Challenge #46: SteamPunk (+ Sonnets)
Poetry Challenge #47: Brave New World (+ Found Poetry)
Poetry Challenge #48: Isolation (+ Rhyme)
Poetry Challenge #49: Something Lost, Something Found (+ Futurism)
Poetry Challenge #50: A Cause to Celebrate, or A Chance to Fall Apart (+ Rhythm)
Poetry Challenge #51: Mirrors (+ Unified Metaphor)
Poetry Challenge #52: Sailing Against the Storm (+ Trimeric)
Poetry Challenge #53: Tomorrow's World (+ Internal Rhyme)
Poetry Challenge #54: Beneath the Surface (+ Verse Fable)
Poetry Challenge #55: Peace (+ Olympics)
Poetry Challenge #56: Take a Stand (+ Acrostics)
Poetry Challenge #57: Longing (+ Reference)
 
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