upcoming IBPC for April 2013:

[Michael (MV)]

for newcomers, Welcome

and here is a home link to the IBPC rules: http://ibpc.webdelsol.com/rules


Poems recommended to represent the Block are posted here in this thread


When the 2 are decided upon, and permission granted by each author of the selected poems,

along with the info needed by each author:

1/Your name

2/e-mail address

3/statement that the poem is your original
4/and unpublished work

5/and that you are not representing in the current IBPC

6/The poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals.

^^ All of the above is the usual needed info as part of the process.


I will then forward the 2 to the IBPC finals.


Please reply - accept or decline - in this thread.

Thanks,

Michael (MV)




 

 

 

 

[Billy]

This poem is mine and has not been published anywhere. I'd be happy to represent the Block. And I'm not representing any other board.
Billy Howell-Sinnard
bhowellsinnard@gmail.com


Walking Past Midnight

He runs ahead into the night.
The bodiless phosphorescence--
reflection of countless tiny stars
falling--covers the ground in light.

I follow dark stars in the snow
to an open field beyond trees;
we two, the only living beings
in sight. The unlit houses bare
faceless mirrors staring back
like a coven of somnambulists.

Reluctantly, I yell for him, afraid
I will awaken sleepers. We run,
instinctively, to the back door,
shaking the snow from our bodies.
Foot and paw prints disappearing,
a moment's presence buried.

[Billy]

I suggest Michael's poem "the first easter"

[Michael (MV)]

Thanks, Billy

it has received favorable comments from workshops around.

Good luck to us in the finals

and to the Block



Michael (MV)

I suggest Michael's poem "the first easter"

 
 
 

[Michael (MV)]

Hi Billy,

Thanks,

and also would you please add in this thread a statement that you are not representing any other board:


And, Billy, this is your call of course, but I thought the simile

"like a coven of somnambulists."

was strong to the poem.

Might consider: like a coven of insomniacs.

^^ Your call, Billy.


Good Luck in the finals



Michael (MV)

This poem is mine and has not been published anywhere. I'd be happy to represent the Block.
Billy Howell-Sinnard
bhowellsinnard@gmail.com


Walking Past Midnight

He runs ahead into the night.
The bodiless phosphorescence--
reflection of countless tiny stars
falling--covers the ground in light.

I follow dark stars in the snow
to an open field beyond trees;
we two, the only living beings
in sight. The unlit houses bare
faceless mirrors staring back.

Reluctantly, I yell for him, afraid
I will awaken sleepers. We run,
instinctively, to the back door,
shaking the snow from our bodies.
Foot and paw prints disappearing,
a moment's presence buried.