The Versenators Forum Versenators' Challenge # 15

I hope everyone is having a good time. Be on the lookout for an announcement of The Versenators' featured author for next week. You will also find the challenge posted in the forum. Post your links there and send me an invitation to read your poem, please. I will be more than glad to leave you a review. Love, -Nihad



Or (Repeat Challenge # 5 below... one of the most interesting images I have ever seen)

Challenge # 15

Parallel

She is the only one
That can look you in the eye,
But don�t trust her kiss.
It comes as a whim
And leaves an emptiness,
Open bare, grasping hands.

She cannot be held.
No smothering allowed.
She is not soft,
There is bone underneath,
Hard and sharp
Like anorexic shoulder blades.

She moves sinuously in the dark
Waiting for the right time for bared claws
Revealing her hand.
It is just a game with blood to her;
She is impervious to love and hate.
She is a sunless moon
Pull and repulse repeat.

She reaches across the divide
Like Michelangelo�s God
Reaching, just touching the tips of the fingers,
Just a brush of air between the molecules
But still maintaining distance,
Just the barest hint of interest.

She moves away
And you wonder did we really touch?
As she gives herself to her night journeys
Unfeeling, a phantom beauty like a cameo
And laughing at your desire to possess her.

One sudden move and she takes her leave
Moving on to other lovers and masters,
Leaving you bereft and empty-handed,
With just her smile and her song;
We are Siamese if you please�

Here is my piece for Challenge #15!

Versenators� Challenge # 15

Parallel by Scott Frady

Lioness by Felicia Aguilar

False Front by Kate B. (Challenge # 5)

Evening May Come by Jessica Hartig (Challenge # 5)

Cat Lover by Jim Churchill-dicks

Silhouettes Don�t Speak by Felicia Aguilar (Challenge # 5)

Sing Out with Age by G. Alexandra (Challenge # 5)

The Rendezvous by Doug E. Fresh (Challenge # 5)

The Curse of an Old Woman�s Repetition by Amy Parkhurst (Challenge # 5)

How To Finish Your Story by Sarah Williams (Challenge # 5)

Kat-Ku by Jessica Hartig

Shadow Secrets by Jill Martin (Challenge # 5)

Used to Be a Muse by Tj (Challenge # 5)

I repeated #5 because I found the picture really, really compelling. Hope you enjoy!

Hello Again Nihad!

Here is my submission for challenge #15.

Cheers,

Jim C-D

I also repeated Challenge #5. The beautiful picture inspired me!

here is my entry for challenge #5 :)

Technically, it's to number 5.
My first Versenators response,
so be honest!

For #15, just a goofy thing 'cause I'm tired. ::smile::

I haven't deciphered the desired response - nor the nature of the response. What caught my eye was the name of the proposition itself, and I saw it as quite a challenge...

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Rolling Stone:

A stone stood cold within his eyes
Unbalanced, unformed
A stinging reminder of the Goliath before him...

He picked up a chisel,
And forgot the hungover blindness of the Sistine -
The strikes fell, and the giant followed.

The Agony and the Ecstasy,
This was life for a servant -
Who answered only to the Medici.

A white virgin stands alone
Centuries later -
In some small Italian town.

A rock neglected in the garden
By artists of a similar time
Much greater than he,
They have both found their places in antiquity...

He was once a king
Admired by his fellow man
And the favorite in his father's eyes
One to be envied...

If only it were meant for his creator -
Who now lives only in brush strokes
And broken stone.

-B

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Here is my version, using photo from #5

Here's mine...used the photo from challenge #5

here is mine...(its my first one too...) by using the pic from # 5. I hope you like it!

Sunlight escapes from the curtains
casting a bold line on
the old, aged wallpaper,
As a woman wakes up from a deep sleep.

She's aged
a face that was once beautiful now lined in wrinkles
like the rivers and canyons that lines this very earth
a face that was once admired, obsessed over,
and even loved.

Admirers wonder why she wasn't a leading lady
or a face on vouge
and instead being a regular young woman in the world,
intensely beautiful, but average.

She attracted people and watchful stares
like a bright porch light to the bugs of the night,
hoping her aura of perfection
would rub off on them,
putting them under her spell.

Well she isnt the beauty she was evenmore
as years went by,
more and more of her beauty
started peeling away,
leaving those river wrinkles,
as her admiriers
walked away and never returned without
looking back,
leaving her solitary and alone.

So she gets up and hastily gets dressed
hoping she could have at least a shred of
human contact,
a smiling face in her direction,
or just a friend to talk to,
so that she could realize that she still exists,
even as the aged ex-muse.

Now she sits at a outdoor cafe
gazing at the sights and people,
until she saw of what she used to be years ago.

A beautiful girl
with dark, flowing hair flowing in the breeze
like black silk,
her eyes like amber,
glittering with the soul she had,
looking like the ideal perfection.

Then she saw an average joe, gazing at the beauty
with admiring eyes, hoping one day
she would also be in his heart one day.

The old lady sighs.
memories rushed through her
until she was back in the present, from being a spell casting beauty
to being lonely in her old wallpapered room,
with her aged, wrinkled face.

" I wish I was the muse again", she thought, nostaligic.