Thursday, July 3, 2008

June 22, 2008 Improv Contest Winners

 

Winner
Mermaid290 
Twisted Mirror

topic by Mundane1
 
 
 I have a hurricane in me,
 a gentle wind lives within.
 Stand firm, acerbic moon-tides
 rumble to mighty force, swells
 pitch and yaw, grumble and yawn.
 Steadfast, I sail beyond horizons,
 lucid mirages on endless seas.
 Fear driven deep in my bowels,
 raw intensity of pure, fragile hope.
 I watch, watch a shadow, a mirror
 image, dusk to dawn away but dare
 never to whisper the words.
 .
 A twisted mirror cannot reflect
 truth, locked in its timbre tock,
 manumit my inner demons
 to vast unknown. Intensity
 wells, crimson flames a fiery
 testament. Stain spreads indigo
 and inside a tsunami riles, expels
 scarlet resound, in my epiphany,
 I dare the silence giving voice
 to echo, we have come full circle.
  .
 I open the windows of my soul,
 liquid laughter peals 'cross plains
 to retreat beyond canyon walls,
 this darkness within me.
 Beneath a wide summer sky,
 I breathe light, in shades of blue
 my feet float, dance above cockle
 shells on golden sands as the storm
 leaves my shore, a twisted reflection,
 mirrored forevermore.
 
©Mermaid290

 

 Runner Up
 PoetcTryst
 Tangled Threads on the Backside of Lifes Tapestry

 topic by  Springspromise15

Here my father sliced a thread,
 Another one my mother read,
 Weaving a history of this day
 A picture of everything, say,
 .
 Headlines announce a topic true
 Websites say a topic through
 All life is one glorious bundle
 Making its way along a path. Trundle
 ,
 But yes dear reader, there is another side
 Not all is perfect and some things slide
 Let me tell you of the back side
 The slack side, of life's tapestry.
 .
 Every rug needs a constant grip
 On life or if one stepped on it, strife
 An undercurrent of fear and need awaits us all
 Here or there. Insurance failed. In the hall
 ,
 No I never knew her, And we have one glorious child
 Somehow our slipping and sliding resulted in God being mild
 There is an undertapestry I'm sure you've felt
 Working up you backside. In your innards. Chastity melt.
 
©PoetcTryst  

 

 

 Hosts Selection
 Minty Flesh
 The Grand Nile

 topic by PoetcTryst

 
god knows origami
 and folds time
 like blankets
 we sleep away eternity
 under suburban stars
 as the serpent tunnels beneath
 metropolitan moons
 light and dark flow tandem
 and flood fantastic
 on the papyrus shores
 leaving their creases
 
 for us to read in the morning
 like lines on the old man's face
 the earths scars tell of good and evil
 but only death unfolds the truth
 as a young man i plied my mind into a boat
 and now i wait to reach river's end


 ©mintyflesh

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