Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

A Himalayan’s
amber eyes watch the hillside
and the dusk’s fireflies.

M, Ellis delightful and beautiful.


Meteors alight
with awe and exaggerated
melancholia.

Guy, so beautiful...as always. Thank you for your comments.

I fell to the earth
unobserved. Unnamed I flew;
unseen my demise.

Unseen, that is, but
by pale eyes, her long hair dark
in the chill moonrise.

chill of moonrise hangs
an eye on a leaf's burnt edge
border of seasons

Wow, Jim! When people ask me what I think poetry is, I’m tempted to just post anything you’ve written.

Ryan, Guy, and Ellis, these are really striking!

Thank you M. As always, yours is amazing, too. And Ryan and Jim, wow!

Jim, I know that this thread doesn't normally have suggestions, but yours is so striking that I can't help but make a tiny one. You are free to ignore this, of course. Consider for the last line 'borders the seasons' (or season), and put a comma after 'edge'.


Under a moon's rise
a low cloud shadows an owl
alert on a limb.

thanks, m and guy!
m, that scares me.
actually, guy, i intentionally left out the comma so the reader has options of reading this one. the first line can be a separate thought from the second (which makes the "eye" either the moon or a drop of dew). and the third becomes a concluding thought on its own. too complicated? :)
everyone here is so nice and welcoming, aside from really good at keeping this place going with interesting and creative pieces - i wish i could spend more time in your company. laughter and cheer and lively writing, what more can one ask for?
thanks guys!

Jim, not too complicated at all! That's one of the great things about your poetry, in fact.

Laughter and cheer and lively writing, what more can one ask for? Well, perhaps a cold beer in a frosted glass, but not much more than that.

Guy, Jim, M...your writing is so very inspiring. These are so good!

By the river Styx,
the owl called my name. Cloaked in
fear, silent my tears.

Thank you Ryan.


I went to meet Death
on a pair of water wings
in case the boat sank.

Thank you, Ryan!

Grim was up to his
old tricks, his morning coffee
stirred with swizzle styx.

LoL!


The Grim Fizz of Styx
had coffee drinkers swizzling
like roasts on His sticks.

He smirked. “For all their
thou’s and thee’s, they wind up on
my rotisseries.”

Now for the choicest
cut, said he. Tonight I dine
on Emily B.

Oh, yes! I’m just going to savor this one for a while.

RotFL!

(Rolls eyes) at (shakes head).

(Rolls eyes, too) @ (shakes head).

Takes aspirin.

Rolls eyes at shakes head.
Rolls eyes at shakes head again.
Takes an aspirin.

Not wanting to be
a nay sayer, he took a
couple of Bayer.

Not wanting to be
at a loss, he took pills with
the sign of the cross.

At the Pearly Gates,
he took the big spill. God roared,
“You’ve been a real pill!”

LoL!

You’re firing them off fast this morning!

These are great! Making the 2am bottle much more bearable thanks :)

I'm fast?! If I'm fast then you are approaching the speed of sound.

Hello Ryan, this is what you do when bottle feeding? Read these haiku perversions? That is funny, too.

@ Guy-I never claimed to be normal ;)


Southern Cross above
casts quicksilver echoes. Eyes
below flutter, close.

Ryan, your love of the haiku thread had already revealed your being amongst the abnormal! LoL!

And that was a very clever one, btw!

Yes, Al, we were. Of course, there is no accounting for taste.


From the south the dress
was a splash of quicksilver
and Charlize Theron.

LoL! How am I, being of the male persuasion, and heterosexual, supposed to answer that? He seems a little too smooth faced, as if he were too young and inexperienced.

Good night!

Contacts, Al, always remember the contacts :D

'twas a southerly
breeze, past her knees, that told her
her knickers were gone.

my wife likes Jonathan - especially in August Rush. I am so glad he doesn't live in our neighbourhood. I'd be dumped in the blink of an eye. Or quicker. :P

-o-

Ryan, and all you guys, so funny! I don't know how you guys can come up with these things! I'll have to wait for some quirky inspiration before I put anything of the sort!

Thanks, Jim. I take my inspiration from the excellent haiku that precede mine. Then I take it, warp it, turn it into utter dribble and wait for one of the true poets to fix it up and inspire me all over again...

AUGUST RUSH IS AN AMAZING MOVIE. One of my favorites.

ahaha, Hilarious Ryan!

haha, Ryan, don't sell yourself short!

I enjoyed the syrupy August Rush, but I prefer more gritty or stunning films... Three Colours Trilogy, especially Blue... haunting music and original storytelling

Never seen those. I think my favorite movie would have to be The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It was so beautiful.

knickers downriver
kisses to the icy wind
one trail of footsteps

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/38142...

kat you have to

To the moonlit reeds
the dewed path led. “Sweet dreams,” the
last thing she had said.

Kat wrote: "Never seen those. .... "

What!? I'm with Jim on those being pretty close to must see movies before the onset of death. Although my favourite is Red. (I blush to confess that I have a picture of Irene Jacob from that film hanging on my wall.)

You can't just watch the last one! You have to start with BLUE then WHITE then RED!!!! :)

:) I wasn't really shouting, Al. But do watch the trilogy. and the film before that by the same director, THE DOUBLE LIFE OF VERONIQUE.

buy the trilogy if you can. it is worth keeping and watching over and over again.

Thank you, Kat! Very nice, Jim & M.

Thanks, Ryan!

The clarinets oohed
the sound of fog paths bedewed,
like a mind unglued.