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First Place -- Teeter, by SeaPlume
This poem flows like the sea.
More from SeaPlume...
Star LightI used to stare into the night
Reciting the words my mother taught me
I wish I may...
Cold seeping under the closed window sash, my fingers leave wet, misty marks
on the pane
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Hoping you would be okay
Wild, reckless.
Trusting fate to bring you home
The crashI saw it happen. Miles away—a flash of light—No sound, like a movie
Dark clouds covering the milky way.
Now I sit
Watching this haunted star
No such thing as magic.
Second Place -- rock bottom, ocean floor, by Sammur-amat
Beautiful words from a lovely deviant--soft and melancholy,
with an ending that'll stick with you.
More from Sammur-amat...
a seafarer's lamentand now,
still,
does the lightning-stricken current in your very pulse rage and roar
every time you touch her as it did whenever you held me- the vastest of seas
and your surely wide-eyed, waiting, warrioress waterline?
and,
if i could be every ocean, did you know
i would be so just for you- to stretch across
all possible crevices to calm your molten core and quivering plates
what if,
i could take her river form? become the vivid, sweet-water you longed for,
washing-away the infinite that i could be just to claim myself as your source
- even if i were to become a tool for all those towns and all their inhabitants
if only,
your always aubade eyes did not deliver to me such agony by scalding
my surface yet leaving my deepest parts crisp-cold, maybe i would have
been able to understand why some scars are made out of possessiveness
tell me,
would i then have stood a chance to barrel you into these waves of mine?
could
some idioms- part i of iilet sleeping dogs lie
said my best friend
while every cell
in my body
shuddered in stupor
wanting nothing more than
to forgive him again
after having gone
a good quarter-year
without him already
when it rains it pours
said my little sister
as i held her hand
bawling in stupor
after watching him
hold her hand
as she gets out
of his car to
lead her unto
his apartment door
between a rock and a hard place
i will say to myself
after realizing that
i had gotten into
this new relationship
simply out of spite
& that it would be
evil of me
to lead him on when
i can't ever belong
(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,
i am no ship's harbor
i am no hero's weaker heel,
i am no good earth's flower
i have never been your lover
nor have i ever kissed you,
- not even once
though i dream of you (c)love-scented,
with lips shaped like a lucky (c)lover's-
kissing you and to be kissed by you
over and
over
i can never profess,
not even confess
note:
even to myself
i stay standing, (b)raving the cold nights,
pretty much batty and bootless
yet again,
the absence of you weighs metric tons on my
ringing ear,
shivering nape, and
repressed shoulder
you dam(n) me with
your body;
you are my river's boulder,
untapped territory,
and undefined border
Third Place -- Winter's Words by BlakeCurran
A lot of atmosphere wrapped up in
a neat little package.
More from BlakeCurran...
Wisdom ExtractedThey extricated my three-quarters wisdom
When I was not yet an adult, not yet
A legal all-grown-up. The cannula
And the ceiling slid away and were replaced:
Pain and manufactured atmosphere and a
Numbing over all of it. Take the analgesics.
They left behind their trail of surgical twine
And instructions and a woozy contemplation.
Rinse with warm saltwater. Use icepacks.
So I did.
They never forgot the price, the dollar-signs
Flashing, flashing, flashing in an epileptic fit.
Finish the course of antibiotics. Finish:
It was always about completion, I thought,
That satisfaction, that absence of absence,
And a few nights after I watched that film
With Keira Knightley and the new Spiderman,
And best of all Daisy from Luhrmann's Gatsby.
My wisdom was extracted, in some bizarre
And mandatory initiation ritual. Bed rest
Is recommended. I wanted to sleep, wanted
So badly to do something, but a side-effect
Was nausea and a sick worry pooled like pus
In the gap
Honorable Mentions!
Dance backwards, darlingA confession:
ma, there are seahorses dancing in the library
Autumn has come to my hometown.
Today; cool, clear and sunny--
April, a stuttering fool.
3am, and kings slumber;
Sunday falls heavy,
eyes wet with gasoline.
Splits lips upon starsMorning
splits
open, like orange-flesh
cradled
in a palm.
I tuck consonants between my
lips/
draw moon-craters in my eyes; I make wishes
upon stars
that are too far away to realise and hope
that somehow things will
change. Yet
the sun is still a mere hole
in the
sky.
con espressionecon espressione.
I.
You were the only one who could play my ribcage like a pianist in concert. Your fingers found their home in the spaces between my ribs [fifth, sixth, seventh], and nestled against the soft curve of my violin-waist.
IV.
We should take it adagio, you said as we got lost in a tangle of freckled limbs that had seen too much August sunlight. OK, I breathed back, but of course we ignored that once the stars exploded above our heads.
V.
Two quavers of a crotchet (it was never two halves of a whole), we descended into bass clef and danced the line that was the F below middle C. Your fingers were mezzo piano on my skin as you led me towards that imperfect cadence.
We were more beautiful together than apart.
SummertimeSummertime, and white
picket fences lean softly
against dew-soaked grass.
~*~*~*~
The Old God, Savitrॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।
भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि, धीयो यो न: प्रचोदयात् ।।
I.
The wind blew sand into your nonchalant soul,
and your heart coughed. I entered the circle
at night, and I was consumed by fire. I did not
know of you then. I have fractured myself into
a thousand souls: but they are all whole, for I did
see you in my absence. Yet you? - you
were sailing, and your head was
full of water light.
II.
I was significant when your mother poured out water
in a copper pot from a balcony; water, which
caught and held the moon, and then spilled over
with a quiet radiance. You wondered whether
the moon l
~*~*~*~
I Found A Nose Outside The DoorMy love despises the rabbits.
(He who devours brains.)
A headless corpse. I bury it.
And consider:
Fluffy. Perhaps he is a (lovely) zombie cat.
Sense MemoryI developed taste.
We lost touch.
Classic(al) Move(ment)Fancied whole orchestra. Managed first bass.
HermaphroditusAphrodite's hair.
Helen's face.
Adam's apple.
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This is Not All We AreWe are imprisoned, in an open cage,
and through the cage,
we’re the same.
We reach for infinity and
our arms touch briefly which
almost makes me think...
there must be something more.
Beyond the gate,
we can light the darkest night.
But I still believe that
sometimes the stars and the clouds
will explode alone...
without anyone waiting or
expecting something more.
They tried to tell us we’re
forever lost
but there’s beauty in the breakdown
and we are broken down...
into pieces.
But we must believe,
and hope and pray
and wish for something more.
We had promised ourselves lies,
inside our cage of secrets...
And so we try again,
like ugly birds in a beautiful cage,
to reach out to anything
or anyone else,
if only...
for a dream of something more.
SW: She Knows Her Logic is Flawed"Crime?"
Infidelity!
"Sentence?"
Infertility!
...karmic victory.
Friend or Food?Sun-bathing reptiles
play french-kissing games with flies;
Friendship or breakfast?
~*~*~*~
You Linger on the MediterraneanDesperate to leave this home,
my August lover,
it is not enough to write
our latest love letters.
You’re killing yourself,
my August lover,
for seashine;
and the queen is calling
down by the riverside.
This poem is not about you,
my August lover,
(not anymore).
Forget tsunamis and Pompeii --
I don’t need to breathe
or Atlantis as a lover;
and the wind will blow
me and my monsters
by bridges to Babylon --
city of ghosts.
(And no, I won’t be sorry.)
Addiction[Caterpillar]
The s m o k e fills my brain.
My Mouth, a GraveyardI buried my words
under my tongue
& turned my teeth
into tombstones.
Here lies hello,
too shy to be uttered,
just left to wither
while my fingers tapped out
its letters,
& here lies goodbye,
so scared of being alone,
it left the roads between
me and we empty.
Love died the day my
heart started beating,
when it pumped out
too much sense &
not enough courage.
Sorry was found murdered,
its meaning stolen,
the day it would have been
relevant.
I smothered help with my claims
that I didn’t need it,
then I forgot how to breathe
& no one could see it.
My mouth became a cemetery,
& I chewed on petals
to keep the smell away,
but no matter how many
happy poems I recite,
my words I can’t revive.
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