Which one gets your vote?

1 untitled triolet
3 (27.3%)
2 The Kite Maker
5 (45.5%)
3 untitled
2 (18.2%)
4 untitled
1 (9.1%)

Total Members Voted: 10

Voting closed: May 04, 2012, 07:00:02 PM

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Poetry Challenge #61 Voting
« on: April 27, 2012, 07:00:02 PM »
All poems had to feature a gemstone. Cast your vote for the best one.

1 Untitled Triolet

There’s comfort when I hold her hand
and feel the jagged sapphire stone.
Next to the golden wedding band
there’s comfort. When I hold her hand
there’s something that only I can understand
and it feels like home.
There’s comfort when I hold her hand
and feel the jagged sapphire stone.

2 The Kite Maker

Hunted by the Dolomites, he shuttled in stealth
between a hideaway workshop and a makeshift test field,
dreams crashing down, one after the next, sabotaged by
prayers he couldn’t say.

To the last splinter he followed the blueprints of the father,
crafting the upright and cross piece from anything he could conjure,
stretching the frame with every shroud imagined,
and as always, again, hope died on a cross.

Until, finally the night, awakening, he chanted lotus and linden nut,
and at first light set to air 108 moon and stars, holding hands in a circle,
above a planet, turning before his eyes, into a green shimmering gemstone -
a malachite hovers above.

3 Untitled

Her eyes were like sapphires
Her soul just as precious and rare
Now at her picture I can only stare
She has been gone now for years
Yet I still cry my tears
She was my best friend my everything
Only happiness she would bring
To a childhood dark and cold
She was more precious than any gold
My guardian angel she must be
Since from pain she was set free
I love you grandma and always will
You are my everything still
Until my time has come to be free
You will live inside of me

4 Untitled

Now my wife a buxom beauty
Blond and fair maiden twas
Gentle in nature and idyllically serene
Many a gent would come to call
Eyes wide, they liked what they had seen

One day one chap was passing
Charming and extremely dashing
A gift in his hand for my queen
Fortunate for him my maiden liked citrine
and gave herself abundantly to him.

« Last Edit: April 28, 2012, 06:03:47 PM by 510bhan »