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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 1:32 pm
I'm challengeing someone to write a poemshort story called "I Killed the Rock (the actual object)"
Genre:Realism
Length: three or four stnazas
There is a 1000g compensation.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 11:58 am
"I Killed the Rock"
Through the darkness I had fled,
nary a tear had I shed,
until first did I stop to rest,
then I was put to a test,
"To kill a rock, a stone, a soul..."
each a new and hard set goal,
must I complete each task?
"To escape the scars of your past..."
So set I out to complete my quest,
upon a stone my eyes came to rest,
apologies, but your time has come...
this task will require your soul
so I continued without one...
parted from my soul and the life of the stone,
I found a rock in a clearing, alone...
apologies, but your time has come
this will require your life
from the rock I pulled a knife,
without my sanity or will,
the knife I brought in for the kill,
but not a soul of heaven would listen,
when I told them of my quest,
"Did you not know? This was not your true test."
how could this be?
I beg and plead,
the voice told me it was a way out of my past,
"Alas, alas... you did not think my child."
I needed to rid myself of the pain
"You wanted and you killed in vain."
I Killed the Rock...
(end)
This is what I drew from your title,
sorry if it's not what you're looking for...
I thought it was kind of interesting in that it had a mixed moral...
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 5:24 pm
Not sure if this is what you want, but here's my attempt. This was fun. Thank you.
"I Killed the Rock"
The rock was sitting coldly in my hand;
it sang a song - a ballad. I could swoon.
It sang like the lead singer of a band,
if Freddie Mercury howled at the moon.
It came with me to the plastic tower
orange as the sunset. We drank the milk,
sour and chalky. We waited, hour
by hour, for day, a sunrise of silk.
The months have passed by. I look at my rock,
but it no longer sings - there's no crooning.
It just sits by my bed, dead as a block -
its soul has gone. No more time for swooning.
Alas! The sky was blue, now it is gray.
I killed the rock; I regret it today.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 4:48 pm
Both poems are lovely
I can't chose so both of you win.
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