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ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME! Click the links below to read the winning poems for the week of May 14, 2004. Poetry Gardens of Fame Index |
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Terre Sadler
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Fireflies If only I had known you were here, breathing in and out, sending your energy into the atmosphere of this place... this place...this planet... that, for me, has been completely void of air... would my own breath have exploded with life like a thousand fireflies? If only I had known you were here would I have turned my head slightly into the breeze and felt some particle of wind that had already brushed your cheek like a feather? If I had known you were here would the sounds of morning have danced inside me simply because they had also kissed your ears? Would colors have greeted me in richer hues because their fragments had passed before your eyes? If only I had known you were here, would my nights have been spangled with stars because you stood somewhere in the darkness and looked up at the sky? I wonder these things. I wonder them because I know what it is like now... what a difference it has made to embrace the reality of you. For now, that I know you are here in this place on this planet...in my universe... I am submerged in a wonder far more glorious than mortal air, sight or sound. I am immersed and infused with the light of love that has passed through you to me. The knowing is almost more than I can bear. And those fireflies are everywhere. |
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Naomi Sandweiss
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Tumbleweed Don't fight the New Mexico winds Don't stand alone and try to steady yourself. Don't clutch your papers. Don't hold down your skirt. Take a roller coaster ride along the mesa. Lay next to the lizard and let him stroke your spine. Laugh as you drop seeds everywhere. Tumble into the arroyo. Gossip with long-lost friends until you are swept away again. Throw away your papers. Let your hair fly. Feel spring on your bare legs. Don't fight the New Mexico winds. |
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Eugenia Toledo-Keyser
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Collage Only in the endless currents of some sepia afternoons, to my memories comes the fall;
to another transparent room, with radiant lights, to the last train, in another obscure story. Both, with the white and red ambulance, in an autumn war of love and running, stumbling and hecatomb. |
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Jan Bartlett
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Doors In our life's journey we will open and close many doors. The one constant is our family and special friends. Their love and support are the keys and locks. The doors open easier with their presence. Because of them it is not so difficult when a door closes or sometimes slam shut. Let's paint the doors before and after us with confidence and faith because we have these caring people with us. |
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