Your entries in the contest were good, and it was hard to pick a clear winner. (Oh, and if you visited early this morning -- sorry for the premature automatic post of my "found poem," composed of parts and pieces of all the entries, minus the winner information. I crashed last night before polishing the post! Argh!) Thanks to all who entered!
The winner of the writer's prize packet goes to...
Anita at Rollercoaster Days! Anita put the evocative and fitting word "drowned" in the sentence with "dock," as a description: As she ambled towards the dock, she was drowned in memories of dusky summer promises and firefly kissed skin.
A prize was also garnered by Wendy at All in a Day's Thought for her lovely entry: Beyond blankets of dirt and canopied leaves, far below the spreading sunlight it waits; my place for reflection and emergence.
Surprise! Here's a secondary contest inspired by the first~~Make your own poem using only words from the photo caption contest entries found HERE. You can change the word tense, line breaks and spacing, of course, but you may NOT add any extra words of your own.
Email your poems of no more than 15 lines to AngieDLed@aol.com by tomorrow at midnight, and I'll announce a winner on Wednesday! Put FOUND POEM CONTEST ENTRY in the subject line.
Doh, I forgot to state what the winning poet receives ----- a Barnes & Noble gift card! So, keep those entries coming.
Finally, here's my "found poem" crafted from the caption contest entries:
Sweet Home LouisianaBeyond blankets of leaves below
spreading sunlight waits
for emergence around that corner,
filtered through trees saying
welcome home. Wake up, [ space ] hurry.
Tires scrape and burn slow
as Spanish moss, [ space ] fall coming.
There boys fish,
amble to the dock [ space ] drown
in memories of summer
promises, Hansel & Gretel's
house, a Yellow Brick Road.
Little old men in stable arms
of oaks mesmerized by the stillness.
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Sorry, Angie! You weren't on my blog roll! I signed up for yours, so hopefully you'll be back on the page!
No problem, Wendy, and thanks for adding me. Hope you'll enter the new contest. :)
Poetry--well-- I need to sit this one out but will enjoy seeing who writes what:)
Terri, you ought to give it a try. Poetry (in its many forms) can be so liberating, and a great way to take a break from the WIP. :)
This is very fun! Here's my poem for the secondary contest:
Mesmerized by the stillness of the water,
Drowned in memories of dusky summer promises.
The sunlight filtered through the trees
As the Spanish moss drooped above.
My place for reflection.
Around that corner.
Welcome home.
Note: the spacing on my poem simply will not hold. Sometimes Blogger makes me bonkers!
Good one, Embee. Could ya email it to me?? (AngieDLed@aol.com)
Congrats to Anita!
Can't wait to read everything and CONGRATS!- and always love the "found poetry!"
Wow, thanks for picking me as a winner! I'm in a bit of shock actually! Hee hee. I love the poem...it's very beautiful!
Not my cup of tea. The redneck side of me comes out when a situation like this comes up.
Oren
Far below the spreading sunlight it waits,
the curves are most painful, scrape and burn.
She's waiting, looking out the window
beyond blankets of dirt and canopied leaves -
the disaster my life has become.
Mesmerised by the stillness, I forget
the sunlight filtered through the trees.
Couldn't help but think about grandma,
drowned in memories, saying 'Hurry!'
*waving to Debbie & Kat* :)
Thanks for the kind words, Anita. And congrats on your win.
LOL, Oren. It's okay to be afraid of poetry.
jinksy, thanks for the entry. I got your email!
Sigh...I'm such a horrible poet...
What a great idea. And yes, I like the use of the word ``drowned'' in that context too.
LLII, bok bok! :)
Thanks, David. Hope you'll throw your poetic hat into the ring.
Congratulations to the winner.
I'm not much of a poet, so I'll respectfully take a pass on this one.
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