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Hello, my name is Bonnie Amon and I am smiling from ear to ear! I am the mother of two children, Michelle & Daniel, and I am currently writing a series of children's books co-authored with my sister. I am also working on a book of poetry. My favorite poet is Sylvia Plath and I love Artella! Thank you Artella for picking my poem!
Painted Hero
It's sort of surreptitious
to watch his glossy cerulean eyes
crack like eggshells.
Oh, how he was the builder
of mocked hope, and died
as butterfly wings pinned to wood
still try to fly.
How he bled the sky;
my mad scientist,
and descends from the castle ruins
with a mewling kitten.
No cobwebs gather here,
no daggers to discern,
just the blameless,
easy on his looks.
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SECOND PLACE WINNER
Jennifer Hu
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The Story Teller
The tree in my backyard
Has two hundred rings,
Two hundred years of history,
Hidden behind her bark.
She was here as a seedling,
A mere child to the rest,
Young and naive among her dark, old elders.
But now she is a guardian,
Tall and welcoming,
Gathering and shielding the children in her arms.
She has scarred wood,
With intricate designs carved into her face.
And she changes her clothes each season:
A dress of pink blossoms in spring,
A gown of green leaves in summer,
Skirts of fiery, sanguine hues in autumn,
And a snowy, white robe in winter.
Her hands intertwine together,
Gnarled fingers twisted into shapes.
Her face looks out to the world,
A grandmother to us all.
She has stood here for so long,
Been here since before I was born,
Saw the flow of the seasons,
Heard the drumming of the rain,
Smelled the dew on summer dawns,
And felt the moist soil at her feet.
The tree in my backyard
Has two hundred years of history.
What stories she must tell.
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THIRD PLACE WINNER
Dara Albert
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Two Million Tiny Stories
Two million tiny stories
I have within me
And millions and billions of words
Like stars
Set free from their constellations
Several thousand named emotions
And countless more
As yet
Unnamed
Untamed
Untouched
Unmentioned
Unregarded
Unseen
And memories by the dozens
And dozens of dozens
And mind-pictures
By the score
And dreams...
Oh, the countless, countless dreams.
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FOURTH PLACE WINNER
Tanaskidis G. Alexander
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An Odd Prelude for my Mama
Mama, this odd prelude is dedicated to you.
In a small tiny snowflake, I know, there's
no other space for poets, poems and lyrics.
You used to lull me in your hug made from
sugar, to speak to me in a fairy way,
to sing to me with birds and whispers of the
wind as it intruded the branches of our
trees in the backyard.
Mama, this odd prelude is for you.
The tsunami of love you offered me,
enlightens my dreams, softens my sharpen
fear,smoothens my wild undreamed surface...
Your words, mum, have smells of an ancient
papyrus,speak some magic spells that solve
all the black magics that evils want to
throw like a black blanket on our garden.
Mama, you, vulnerable thing, fragile in my
dreams, fragile in my heart,mama, a small
fragile and bewitched ballad in my heart.
This prelude, free of verse, is for you.
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