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Welcome to Garden 0907 in
ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME!

Click the links below to read the winning poems for September, 2007.

Poetry Gardens of Fame Index

First Place
Second Place
Third Place
Fourth Place




FIRST PLACE WINNER




Meditations on an Artist
by Darrell Lindsey

He painted men with long beards and missing teeth, bent women with canes,
Lonely children walking through meadows on their way back home.
At night, he would study each shade,
each shadow of their lives
in the ramshackle cabin
he inherited from his father.
Sometimes he said he could feel them
guiding the brush,
hear their voices
singing to the starry night.
Ah, to hear him hum
when the shapes, colors, and moods on the canvas
captured a bit of what it means to be human,
all too human.


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SECOND PLACE WINNER

Between Smiles
by Lindy Caol

My life is lined up in a row
Down a poorly lit hallway
In a home I left
Long ago
A line of smiles
Toothless baby
Awkward adolescent
Slender naive Bride
Twenty -fifth Anniversary Portrait
Captured in a Flash
I was told to "smile"
And ever obedient
Whether Joyful or tentative
I did
If you look
You will see the Truth Of the smiles
That never reached the eyes
And so I write Poems
To share with you
Of what happened
Between the smiles
To let you know I understand
Telling our story
In softly metered steps
Creating A True Picture.

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THIRD PLACE WINNER



Motorcycle Week
by Kelley Swan

Down my back
drops of sweat
lazily slide,
seeping through layers
of denim and leather.
I sit,
precariously balanced,
with outstretched hands
perched upon the tank.
Behind you, I mourn
kaleidoscope colors
being dulled by the tint
of the scratched visor.
Weary from the heat,
I stretch my numbed legs
letting my toes dangle
only inches
above the receding ground.


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FOURTH PLACE WINNER

What Did I Do Yesterday?
by Mrs. N. Saeed

I shall do so much in the years to come;
but what did I do yesterday?
I shall give my silver in a princely sum;
but what did I give yesterday?
I shall speak the words of love and cheer;
but what did I speak yesterday?
I shall bring each lonely life a smile;
but what did I bring yesterday?
I shall feed the hungering souls of Earth;
but whom did I feed yesterday?
I shall build my mansions in the sky;
but did I build yesterday?
I shall reap such joys in the by and by;
but what did I sow yesterday?

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