Sunday, 31 January 2010

Invitation to The Fifth Annual Brigid in the Blogosphere Poetry Slam

Hi All, I recieved the following and thought I'd pass it on...

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Feel free to copy the following to your blog and spread
the word. Let poetry bless the blogosphere once again!

WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading

WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2010

WHERE: Your blog

WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day

HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to
post February 2nd.

RSVP: If you plan to publish, feel free to leave a comment and link on
this post: moondrummer.blogspot.com

Last year when the call went out there was more poetry in
cyberspace than I could keep track of. So, link to whoever you hear
about this from and a mighty web of poetry will be spun.

Feel free to pass this invitation on to any and all bloggers.

This is now an annual event, started by Reya.

3 comments:

  1. Scrying on the Moon

    By sibylline light
    appear images I recognize,
    creviced captures of my life.
    I know her judgment to be my own.

    "Nourished by Moon rivers
    mythical cavern blooms
    unseen by sunlight
    glow green." Thus she sets the scene;
    becomes the prophecy.

    "Purest white simplicity
    curved to suggest fragility
    faith fed maiden ready for
    plucking,
    given in bondage to womanly woes,
    hard rows to hoe
    for that little bit of hug through
    crying of night.

    Fate of Trojan soldiers, sacrificed to lust.
    Unbended, beg for the boon of drama
    high adventure
    sneaking into sad hotels
    for a fix or a tumble.
    Laughs,
    deadly play,
    danger, a real chance.

    Barefoot in the snow
    icy roads
    winds so strong
    I could not make you hear.
    I thought you were my destiny.
    These thoughts are far from clear;
    but I believed
    song lyrics from somber deities
    would not lie, leave me
    dying, fading into winter's grey
    drifting clouds,
    endless sorrow endured for naught.
    Lost on this careless corner,
    dreaming of oblivion, intent on visions
    like rain
    tapping against eternity's
    vast windowpane.
    Scenic serenity.
    Nature's gradations of green
    soothes tired eyes,
    trembling nerves, throbbing veins.
    Slivers of moonlight reflect
    in withered refrains, unearth secrets
    embedded in song
    effervescing through cool pure air

    cleansing the uprising nestling
    set aflame
    resurrected
    tempered mettle,
    pure, wise, tested
    engorged with the will
    to rise"

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  2. This is a good start, and good luck to everybody.

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