Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! Second place!! Congratulations to Biblio, Ruby, Rose, Booksy, and everyone else for writing such amazing poems. :) I love this thread.

Oooh, I have something for this! It's a poem based around the fact that Ultramarine blue paint used to be so hard to make that it was worth its weight in gold, and how some artists look down on other artists whose style is more abstract. 

ultramarine 

they worship the

classics, not making

room for new ideas

until they're buried

6 feet under in

a colorful decaying mind

their minds are dim and

dark with a splash

of ultramarine

(reserved, treasured,

beautiful)

we are the generation of

synthetic paint

painting the sky as

blue as we want it

to be 

we don't follow the

old rules, we splatter

colors and scribble

wildly and we make

art because

we are

art 

Supernovae

I am not one from here

I am not a mindless creature of mud

Like so many others

Was it red, the day of my creation? 

Did the sky burst in a tomato-soup scarlet

From which blood came?

Was it electric blue, a blinding white?

Or was it many-colored, like Picasso 

Took a brain dump?

I am greater than this

To call me an animal is shame that will not be forgotten

And I have a long memory

They say the birth of creation wasn't enough

Only the light gasses were made

Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium

A watery cocktail

Not thick enough, not potent enough

Too thin a blanket for me

I am bolder than this

While others are preoccupied with their petty squabbles

I take in the night sky

The universe enfolds me

But stars~

They horde the heat, the fiery power

Until their death

Shrinking to the size of a Ping-pong ball

And then exploding over millions and millions of miles

Only they can forge me from the very bones

Chains, best left unbroken

I am higher than this

And I will return 

Once

To my birthplace

Encased in a metal bird

Maybe it's foolhardy

The black curtain of space does not forgive

But what can I say? 

I will let it take me once again

For I am made

Of stardust

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Scientists believe that the Big Bang, the supposed start of the universe, was actually not hot enough to create any more elements than Hydrogen, Helium, and a whiff of Lithium. However, supernovae, the inward collapses and explosions of supergiant stars, actually had enough heat to forge the other elements, including carbon, the organic element that humans and all other living things are made of. So, life was supposedly born from dying stars. How cool is that? 

My first Rondel (so it's not very good) about how we never get a white Christmas, taking place to winters ago. 

Southern heat never stops for Christmas

Although the sky grows cold and dull

And golden leaves shiver through fall

Somehow the snow always missed us

The laughing breeze became capricious;

Every day cut shorter come nightfall

But southern heat never stops for Christmas

Although the sky grows cold and dull

In short sleeves, I watched the stillness

As the Christmas wind began to waltz

I waited for a chill, but the winter seemed to stall

Closing my eyes, I wished for a cold crispness

Though southern heat never stops for Christmas.

Also, Ashlee, thank you so much for your judging! That was really encouraging to everyone and you had some great notes. 

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