As far back as extends the human brain, did words by virtue of themselves enchant, aligned, symmetric, synchronized refrain, a verbal song, humanity’s descant.
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Poems
Morning Dew
Pain creates the darkness of the night washed away by the morning dew; love formed with the tick of a clock by the next breath was never true.
Daisy
To the white and yellow wildflower sitting next to me in the grass, you look lonely. You are the only one of your kind in all the field, and I understand how much that aches.
WWI Museum
I was twenty-four, my friend, and getting married; we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into when we passed over the field of poppies that said, “We are the numbers to end all numbers. You can try, but you cannot count us away.”
Exodus
Here I stand amid the ruins, here I seek for answers through thoughts riddled in confusion, the chaos clinking together like iron fetters. My very thoughts are ringing, forged in silence, chain by chain. Release me, for I am bound.
Announcing the Winners of Our First Poetry Contest
Thanks to everyone who courageously shared their work with us! We received entries that were whimsical as well as touching, in a wide range of styles and lengths. After many hours of reading and rating each poem, Daeus and Cindy made their decisions. The results were close, because they saw potential in several of the pieces, and we hope that will encourage you to compete in future contests.
Cutting Down the Zinnias
The time has come to fell the flowers; it’s autumn now, the summer’s bounty waning. Outside I go, in the late morning hours, to do the deed, a buoyant manner feigning. Butterfly and bee fulfill their merry task of going back and forth between each bloom. Do they see me? If so, they do not ask whether I come to bring the garden’s doom.
The Door
With the remnants of my meager strength I slowly stand, turning the door handle, one thought guiding my shaking hand: The least I can do is know it all.
Burn Me
Smoke rises around me, steals my breath, and I can’t see. The life I’ve built is caving in; with bleeding lungs I let You in.
Never Enough
Never enough. Never enough. I am glory and disgrace. I’m tripping up at the end of the race. I’m a misspelled card, a hung-up phone. I’m always knowing and never known.
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