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ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME! Click the links below to read the winning poems for the week of December 10, 2004. Poetry Gardens of Fame Index |
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Kim Gelinas
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Quiet It's the quiet I treasure At the weekend's daybreak The time I am given For contemplation as I come awake Only silent stirrings Rustle the morning air Allowing me hours Of nurturing self-care I breathe in the sunrise With eyes brand new The brilliant colors lighting the sky As if on God's cue A playful pair of squirrels In a game of "Race the Fence" Just chasing one another Free of any pretense A soft melody fills the air The lilting voices of songbirds Warbling their melodic tune A symphony without words The glory of each new day Is its best at the crack of dawn All the possibilities loom ahead At this morning phenomenon |
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Ann McGovern
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Beach Dreamings
I close my eyes at the beach and wonder if the sounds the sea makes as it rolls toward shore is a whoosh or a roar or an impassioned speech cut off at the crest. I close my eyes and see behind my lids deep orange sands crisscrossed by tracks where, in a distant past, there were turtles that hatched, scaly iguanas and the old bleached bones of us all. |
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Alex Silva
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One Life Dark was I once, tis true as time passes, the leaves of the trees, in autumn will die. Soon spring will come, with its life giving rain, seasons do change, as the oceans to tide. Once was I fading, shallow as a wave, alas ebb or flow, not good but for wading. Time was my teacher, I learned as do most, a lesson so important, without it I'd be lost. I have but one life, the only I have, if you do not live it, you've lost all you had. |
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Maureen Ryan Griffin
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In Gratitude to Shining You Brave moon, courageous moon, it may seem like you are only reflecting sunlight, yet look at how you continually begin again in answer to the darkness, look how you keep tilting your best face forward, each glimpse of you more beautiful than the last, look how you shine, you shine, shine on |
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