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Battle of the Bass Fiddle
Karina Klesko, US
Slowly the deep tones of evening
Envelop me in a lover's embrace
Nocturnal preludes in binary form
Soft are the pulses of windswept waves
Undiluted measures in rhythmic strokes
Abandoned perspectives in morning's eye
Lost in the staccato, a pine warbler's cry |
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Riddle
John Daleiden, US
Inside my leaves are precious
thoughts.
Among these reflections are the most secret
memories of my private acts and deeds.
Annotations in various inks abound my margins.
Burning has often been my fatal fate,
or confusing the masses with contradictions,
obliterating the truths of earlier ages,
kennings for a new age that soon too will fade.
Overnight I rose to the top of the
fiction list in the New York Times.
Then I was forgotten, replaced with a new current
rage of profound ideas, drowning in a waterless pool
under a hot, copper, summer sky without recourse
to a proper burial or the rites
held holy by contemplative men.
Know now that I am a book of truth. |
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Song and Rose: A Heart
Craig Tigerman, US
You'll never know
Or at least I'll never tell:
Uselessly I hope you'll see
Love in my eyes. I fell
Early on, aware we're worlds
Apart, heart on my sleeve;
Various reminders
Enter trying to deceive
Me into dismissing
Elegance so fine
Believing impossible
Returned love could be mine.
End in itself, this joy
And pain, a whispered name
Through days and dreams at night:
Heaven, hell, all the same.
Let grander words be told
Enough to make it clear:
Sweet love until I'm old,
Sweet sorrow when you're near.
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Eye Play
John Daleiden, US
Enough of puzzles!
now if you want to make
inside jokes, then you must hide me
good clues right before my sick
mind because I am unable to
appraise words that bore me to death.
"Eye Play" contains three puzzles; the first is a simple acrostic; the
second is a telestick based on whole words instead of letters; third, the
title contains a pun. |
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