“I took hold of that scourge -filled ship and crushed it between my limbs, hurtling it into the second sun, the red one that gave me strength. But I was too late." Terraformer
“let your imagination bud forth and give form of things unknown, the poet’s pen, and turn them to shapes which gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name”
~ William Shakespeare.
Many of you have a shared interest in reading and writing with Colleen and so for last month’s contest we wanted to reward our top two favorite poems written by YOU with a Writer’s Prize Package!
First let me say that it was difficult to choose as there were many beautifully written poems. Great job everyone! Before I announce the two winners, I’d like to feature five poems submitted for the contest. I hope you all enjoy!
KHLORIS
By Allana Lopez
The maiden dances,
weaving among the golden stalks of the earth.
Fingers brushing the delicate petals of
ruby roses and
billowing poppies.
Lilting and turning, she swings
arms wide
like a bird caught in the lethargic drafts
of warm, summer breezes.
Her head tips back.
She breathes the field
of wildflowers,
hyacinth
narcissus
and crocus,
the nectar of their bloom
Sweet. Palpable.
Her hair swings, she hums.
Lost. In perpetual, endless bliss.
The maiden circles upon
delicate, little feet.
Daisies
eagerly spring from the cool dirt
greeting their lady.
She is spinning, twirling to
the melody of her own design.
Mellifluous notes dance
from coral lips.
Eyes gleam, liquid emeralds.
She moves dreamily,
supine. Blissfully unaware.
She breathes bright, enlivened tranquility.
The maiden always
tending her flowers, her fields
Flawlessly.
For she is
Khloris.
A goddess, a mother
of flowers.
Untitled
By Mariana Perez
With bleary eyes I sat awake
And felt around my empty bed
Maybe a dream would help me through
But nightly sounds just called me too.
Without a thought I ran outside
Looking at the starry night
Never look down, away from me
Begged the moon, a sight to see.
The grass was wet between my toes
And crickets sang, as did the frogs
But nothing could compare to you
The shiny stars and the full moon
I floated slowly to the sky
As playful birds helped me get by
The air got thin and so did i
There’s nothing left of me in the sky
Yet I am here, I’m far and wide
And I have nothing left to hide
Now I’m nothing, I am all
I have nothing, and I’m whole.
Mother Nature
By Mariana Costova
She watches silently, unflinchingly
Hidden in the shadows,
In the haze between reality and dream,
A spectator to our lives.
You’re a child running across the grass,
Chasing butterflies that cannot be caught,
Toasting marshmallows on a summer night.
You’re a teenager kissing under the old oak tree,
Young and alive,
The leaves a halo in the light.
You’re an adult,
Your face is wiser, older,
Not quite as unlined as before.
Flower are thrown,
Catching in your hair.
Something old, new, borrowed and blue.
Tears of joy in everyone’s eyes.
“Until death do us part.”
“I do.”
You look back,
The memories distant,
But that happened almost yesterday.
You’re floating in between this world and the next,
Your feet not yet touching the ground,
Until she has decided,
That it is time.
She sees everything,
Your first day and your last,
The good times and the bad.
She watches from afar and nearby,
She sees, she see it all.
(The Nature of) Life
by Maggie Change
You cry as you are torn away,
from everything that you’ve known.
Before, you were one half of two,
and now you are all alone.
The nature of life,
is that you’re thrown into it.
To learn and to grow,
and to find where you fit.
With time you shed your childhood innocence,
and are thrown into the midst
of hardship and joy, excitement, and fear
The beautiful chaos it is to exist.
The nature of life,
is that it can be,
as if you are lost,
in a forest of trees;
a forest of scary and prickly things,
that just might cut you,
and the harm that brings,
can make you feel broken,
alone and so small…
That you wonder what it is,
to exist at all.
But the nature of life,
is that it’s a journey.
To find who, and where it is,
you are meant to be.
And the nature of life,
is that we must all die.
But the nature of life,
is that to be alive,
means so much more,
than to only survive.
The nature of life,
is we all want more,
to do something, mean something,
make it better than before.
snowflake
By Isabel Niforatos
I am born on his hot skin
a tear dripping like his wax feathers-Icarus
falling because he dreamt
because he dared to dream
i am tossed through the steel-crystal clouds
burning into ice and symmetry
so so cold as i
tumble down the rabbit hole
of grey-white checkerboard skies
splintering with his promise to be free
breaking with the life he never meant to give me
confused because i live from his sorrow
am alive with his death
a fallen angel retreating into myself
as the wind strokes me with harsh glass fingers
making me bleed my life force and go numb
with the sensation of my icy wings breathing in the coldness
the pain of existence as a reflection
reflecting my companions sifted like me through a sea of air
emptiness, ashes dreaming of fire
snowflakes dreaming of impact
asphalt burning through my lungs
leaking through me seeping into me until i
end the way i began
a tear streaked from sadness into death
and i die like my creator
wishing for more and remembering
the beautiful lonely stained-glass agony
of being alive
Untitled
By Samantha Norton
It is in the dappled sunlight of the leaves
A child’s first smile
The first time a newborn breathes
A moment of beauty you strive to keep
It’s in the mountains haunting song
The whispering between the trees
Shadows cast by them on hours long
The remnant of petrichor after rain leaves
In all, time is quintessential
It urges all to keep moving forward
As well as it is inevitable
To the end of this journey we are all reaching toward
It isn’t just life or death
There must be both to complete the cycle
Like sunlight and shadow
There will be end, there will be incipience
It is the equipoise of everything in our world
Visual treasures, hidden secrets
Everything, not always as we see it,
But feel it, inside our beating hearts.
What do you think? I see some great writing potential! A big thank you to each of you that participated, each writing experience is a step toward the artist that you are becoming.
Without further delay, it is time to announce the two winners.
Isabel Niforatos
and
Mariana Perez
Please respond to the email sent you within seven days or another runner up will be selected. Congrats!
Reach high, dream deep, and dare to write from the heart!
~ Till next time,
Linda Louise Lotti
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I’m Linda Louise, one of the bloggers on this website and Colleen’s little sister. I’m just a girl in her mid-thirties who feels thirteen when I play outside with my boys, fifteen when I sing my heart out listening to tunes while driving by myself, and sixty five when I go out past ten at night. I have a thing for junior mints, Mt. Dew, shrimp and kale (though not all at once) and I have a crush on Superman. I still get girlish butterflies when I read Twilight, cry when I read These is My Words, and smile from ear to ear when I read Anne of Green Gables. I have nightmares about aliens on a regular basis and I have a bad habit of midnight snacking. I love everything sports, except golf (although can that honestly be considered a sport??), and I hate anything that slithers, hisses, or stings. I have a problem with giggling at inappropriate moments and I sometimes wish life was a musical. I love science, hate math, love Dr. Seuss, and hate olives. My family is my world and my joys come from their happiness. I’ve learned I don’t know much about anything and I live for a good adventure, naps, cuddles, stories, exceptional food and The Shire.