Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
Kashmir shrinks into my mailbox,
my home a neat four by six inches.
I always loved neatness. Now I hold
the half-inch Himalayas in my hand.
This is home. And this the closest
I'll ever be to home. When I return,
the colors won't be so brilliant,
the Jhelum's waters so clean,
so ultramarine. My love
so overexposed.
And my memory will be a little
out of focus, in it
a giant negative, black
and white, still undeveloped.
member poem of the day
Lavish lilac layers lace lofty laurel lambent
lyric lanterns,
luxurious largesse.
Loop-de-loop lotus lightweight limerick,
laughter lattice lampoon laden labyrinthine label,
light-hearted leonine loyal luscious,
lucid lissome leisurely land loper’s locket.
Lopsided lounge lizard’s love-lies-bleeding loose-leaf.
