2014 Adult Poetry Contest WIND winds flow, grass waves winds join, swirls begin clouds darken, rain falls winds gather, tempest forms winds twist, earth shreds village shatters, deaths occur winds fade, child cries wind gone, world continues A.D. Adams
I turned to Nature when I suffered a broken heart. Look at the Sycamore, like a work of art. How tall she stands, how strong. She’s been by herself all along. I turned to Nature too When I hadn’t a clue. Look at the fawn, how he stands on trembling legs. He has faith; neither pleads nor begs, Holding a simple belief that these legs will work and carry him forth. I turned to Nature when I believed I had no worth. Look at the sunshine, how it plays on the water rushing over the rock. It is simply beautiful to behold; no need to mock. The water itself doesn’t need the sun’s smile But that doesn’t make it not worthwhile. I turned to Nature when anger invaded my soul. Look at the soil, how it allows the flower to burst from the hole. Soil does not begrudge the bloom. It shifts itself; it gives it room. I turned to Nature when I needed a friend. Look at the breeze, through the branches does it bend To stroke my cheek and fluff my hair To fill my body’s lungs with air. I turned to Nature and this is what I learned. I can stand tall even when I’ve been burned. I can turn to faith when I don’t know the answer. I can be worthwhile just as I am; self-doubt is a cancer. I can shift my hatred and allow love to grow. I can allow my body to be my own best friend if I only say hello. I have all that I need right here inside. I just needed Nature to be my guide. Abby Kutscher In The Blue Darkness In the blue darkness under the lake, The breath of life was seeking escape.
Sunset The lake is hushed As the sun slides into it Like a raindrop on a leaf First slowly Then faster and faster Until it breaks into pieces Of red and gold and orange And disappears. Carrol Ostrum
Oh, little brother, I loved you so, Why was it now that you had to go? Your pain is gone now. I feel it in my heart. It is said, “that we must all,” Someday depart. But…in a little, We will be together once more. For I too, can not make it, From this lake to the shore. Jane I. Fox
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