It's time for an all new monthly challenge!

This month we will be using another painting by Salvador Dali, Persistence of Memory. A work of art we hope will inspire many different entries and styles of poetry.

To enter simply reply to this thread with your poem, and the winning entry will be picked at the end of September and pinned to the top of the Showcase for the entire month of October!

Good Luck!

Eternal Memory

Time waits for noone
As it melts into the
Bare Desolate Nothingness
This Desert of Eternity.
Resting place for All.
Happy moments,
of love and friendship,
passion, laughter
Darkened moments
shaded of loneliness and pain
the Empty Hollow Soulesness.
Extremes, Middle of the Road, Black, White, and Shades of Grey
all melt into grains of dry lifeless sand.
Pain and Pleasure no longer share a blurry line.
There are no lines, just the constant melting
Into the Oblivion
That is Eternal Memory.

I Used To

write and post.

First of all, it's great to read poetry from you two (welcome back C!). And now, an entry:


Interstitial Infinity

Between the silent
ripples stirred by Eternity's
breath, in the boundless
expanse that traverses
Then and Now

Time has come
to rest,
then evan e s c e

shedding his ancient skin
to emerge

reborn, a new Moment.

Time escapes me
like a dream it flows
slipping further from reality

So unreal
almost as if time stands still
if so do i as well

the distant shore claims my soul
past time, in the unknown
i've traveled

How could it be that
time, so fragile has slipped away
i know not

but i long for an answer
to awake
from this desolate dream

where time means nothing

life, means everything

and i can't reach either.....




Wow how long has it been since i've written anything. Thought i'd give it a go for shits and grins.

Persistence of Memory


A distorted view
of what used to be
a perfect place

Trudging through
the thick, soggy,
mucky terrain

Desolate and searching,
weighed down and
laden with pain

Laid down the self
because of suffering
in vain

Oh how it hurts
to feel this
ugly shame

Oh how I cringe
to face this
fear again

Memory

Memory
is a funny thing.
It slides, silently
-Like a fox-
and reveals her hidden treasures
when you
least
expect it.

The windows and colors
fade with dust
and still the memory slides
-slippery with feeling-
into place behind the sunset.