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Weekly Poetry Stuffage > Week 315 (June 14-20). Poems. Topic: Stained Glass.

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You have until the 20th of June to post a poem, and June 21-24, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best.

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be any length.

This week’s topic is: Stained Glass

Thank you to Garrison for the suggestion!

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Have fun!


message 2: by Jane (new)

Jane Jago Just a little thing.

By Jane

In the chapel of the Templars
The saints watch you with their long Byzantine eyes
Why do you scuttle past them without wondering what secrets they keep?


message 3: by Edward (last edited Jun 14, 2016 04:46PM) (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments Title : The Break-Up
Poet : Edward Davies

Tears run down her face,
Uncontrolled and free.
She can’t keep them in place;
They pour because of me.

Her hurting, like a cloud,
Obscuring what I know.
It shouldn’t be allowed
For grief to clearly flow.

Mascara shows a trail;
A road that leads to sorrow.
Our love that’s now so frail
Will never see tomorrow.

I know I won't forget,
Those streaks like autumn rain,
An image of regret;
Like glass stained with her pain.


message 4: by [deleted user] (new)

Attention! The weekly winners have been posted already, please check the following links:

Week 311

Week 312

Week 313

Congratulations to all the winners!



message 5: by Sarah (last edited Jun 15, 2016 09:36AM) (new)

Sarah Russell (gooodreadscomsarah_russell) | 73 comments Backroads
by Sarah Russell

A mosaic of grime blurs the view
through the only window left whole
on this homestead, abandoned to vermin
and weeds grown leggy through the floor.
The fields beyond cast an Impressionist's haze --
matte pastels of wheat, barley, sky. In the bedroom,
I find a rag doll with a missing arm. I cradle her,
feel the ache of mule-pulled plows,
drought-bleached days.


Critique always welcome.


message 6: by Arun (new)

Arun Iyer (aruniyer) | 369 comments Feedback and comments are welcome.

Life

Like sunlight passing
through a stained glass;
we are innocent, pure
at life's beginning,
coloured by our stains
reaching the other side.


message 7: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments Daughter of the Plains

Ochre
soaked skies, sunrise
woke her -

blue grass
seas lilt behind
stained glass

at dawn.
On morning's grace
she's borne.

~ R ~

any feedback welcome :)


message 8: by Arun (new)

Arun Iyer (aruniyer) | 369 comments Yusra wrote: "That's a gorgeous thought, Arun!"

Thank you very much! :-)


message 9: by [deleted user] (new)

Bloodshed by: Melissa Andres
(Feedback Welcome!)

*Dedicated to those who have recently lost their lives in senseless tragedies.

The glass is stained
And beyond repair
Blood and tears
How much can we bear?

What has happened
To our precious world?
How did such hatred
Become unfurled?

Shootings and killings
Bombings galore
We are not safe
Behind closed doors.

Stand up, people
Let’s bring it all back
The love and the care
Humans now lack.

No more fighting
And no more fear
Pray for our planet
Keep Him near.


message 10: by [deleted user] (new)

Hi everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't been in on all the conversations this past week. My husband and I went on vacation to Ruidoso, New Mexico and I promised him I would stay off my phone. Vacation was wonderful but it's always nice to get back home! Time to get back into the swing of things! :)


message 11: by Jim (new)

Jim Agustin (jim_pascual_agustin) | 625 comments Until Nothing is Left


It has only been three years
since Luzon was struck by major tremors.

On the window sill, on a thread-
thin crack, the body
of a fly lies face down. There is order
in the chaos of ants.
It is an art, the breaking
apart of each fragment
of the fly’s remains.
Some ants grab with their jaws,
loosening the joints,
some hold with resistance
while others pull
or push on different segments.
In a while, even the wings
that are like shards of stained glass
are heaved away,
until nothing is left,
not a trace of all that has taken place.

It has been three years
since Luzon was struck by major tremors.

-o-

This is an old one I translated from the original Filipino. Still open for critique and any feedback. Thanks in advance, guys!



message 12: by C.P., Windrunner (last edited Jun 20, 2016 08:17AM) (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 633 comments Any feedback welcome.

Title: Walking through the Abbey
By: CP Cabaniss


I stood beneath
the stained glass windows
of Westminster Abbey
and dreamed

All my anxieties would
just float away
Every tomorrow
would be better than
yesterday


message 13: by Rebekah (new)

Rebekah (erie) | 27 comments Choose Your Own Adventure
by Rebekah Bortolin

Imagine:
There are two of you.

The first is made of rags and sawdust,
An approximation of a person
Tossed about until the seams begin to tear.
This version is hard and lumpy
And has lost most of its colour,
But it can survive anything.

The other you, though,
Oh, the second
Is a stained glass reflection
Of everything you know yourself to be.
All of the memories and thoughts
You have blocked from the world
Through sheer force of will
Brought to the light in clear blocks of colour
And simple shapes.
This you is the one
That has been proclaimed precious,
Delicate,
In need of protection
So that you might always be on display.

So, the question is
Which came first?
Did you start off a tiny faded doll
And explode into a work of art,
Or did the challenge of bringing meaning
Into the lives of those who came to stare
Prove so exhausting that a transformation
Into something portable and capable
Of wandering life alone
Became the only solution?

Either way, the answer is yours.


message 14: by Guy (new)

Guy (egajd) | 11093 comments Crash
       by Guy Duperreault (FB&C welcomed)

In the aftermath,
in what was left of the car,
metal and plastic
and flesh and bone and blood,
the stained shards were swept away.


message 15: by C. J., Atm Seeker in the "Lin Kuei" (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4214 comments I know this is late but I just want to give credit where credit's due!

The results for the poem contest Week 313 are as follows:

Backroads by Sarah receives first place!
Until Nothing is Left by Jim receives second place!
And...The Break-Up by Edward receives third place!

(Lastly special mention goes to Al, Arun, C P, Melissa, and Jane, whose entries each received one vote!)

Great job everyone who entered and voted. Thank you to all!


message 16: by C. J., Atm Seeker in the "Lin Kuei" (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4214 comments Sorry.

Small correction: This was for Week 315! :)


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