Why do we hate the snowy white The breath of cool fresh rushing delight The magic of a falling sky Otherworld fantasies sprung to life The beauty of a stark clean scene Crisp white edges filled with soft lush cream The closeness of God as gray skies hold Him near Like the whole wide world was known right here While we’re chosen to feel and see it all As we explore this new land, flushed and enthralled Why do we hate the snowy white When such wonder is so rarely seen in life?
Composed 1/12/19 Description: I’m a midwesterner; I love the seasons. Today, after a winter of very mild, slightly wet weather, it finally snowed — in abundance. It felt only fitting to compose something befitting of this lovely change.
This season it’s struck me how people loathe winter and snow so — even people that live here! Perhaps it’s my slightly optimistic nature, but, yes, while there are inconveniences, I mean, it’s snow; does it not make you even a little excited?
There are no cheat codes to life
No player’s guide online
No master’s mapped out the best path
Though many have tried
Many stream their trials
And many like to watch
But despite their hacks and advice
I struggle to min max my life
The worst part is the mystery
The best choices are uncertain
And despite a billion finishes
No one knows the end
But I guess that’s the fun
So let the games begin
I’ll just button mash through the challenge
To level up and win
Composed 1/2/19 Description: For today’s Rag Tag Daily Prompt: Mystery.
Why am I left here standing while my friends crumble to their knees? It’s not that I do not know the shadows or the wind Fogs roll around me but my skin does not absorb their toxin Instead I look to the water’s edge See obscured, grimaced forms of once familiar faces And try as I might I can’t wipe away the spray And friendly hands turn to mist in my grip I can only see the pain Caused by this plague of corrosive mind and boiling blood Feel the burn on the barest tips of my fingers Never better have I understood the sensation of standing before a burning bush Only now it’s my friends on fire
I stand behind a wall of Light
Uncertain of why I’ve been chosen to fight
From this side
All I can do is offer a flat palm
Let my presence be known
Spotlighted and empty handed like so many before me
In my dreams did I whisper send me?
A calm history Attempted empathy The curse of seeing clearly While the earth and its creatures shatter around me I am the one to know best how poorly I’ve handled this When I should be the most equipped If only the Light could help me see Through the wall of water that separates me I could give my hand and pull out Pharaoh’s armies from the sea
Our similarities might not be seen by the eye
(Like a certain someone else and I)
But they’re found in way my excitement peaks
When the clouds grow dark and lightning streaks
Across the fields in the early morning
And radio static cries out in warning
It’s found in the way I appreciate
A costume that is truly great
And the love of a well-crafted story
Whether sci-fi, fantasy, or gory
But really similarities lie
In a better than average artistic eye
In the calm way we flow about our day
In the comfort we both take from faith
And anyone who looks can see
We are both in good company
And neither of us has to pretend
The way that we are truly friends
Despite my recent silence on this blog there has been a fair amount of excitement to share with regards to my poetry. Most notably I was just published in Z Publishing’s anthology America’s Emerging Poets 2018: Midwest Region.
The poem they chose to include in the anthology was “Words of Affirmation,” which is actually a personal favorite of mine.
If you are interested in the anthology it can be purchased on Amazon here.
The frost might as well be snow tonight
It blossoms in sparkles at the sign of first light
Stretches as far as the eye can see
The first day the sun has welcomed no green
The fields, so recently tall and gold
Now are low, pure white, and cold
The first taste of candy after the feast
The first warning of the upcoming beast
I am excited to share that I recently won first place in the Riley Festival Written Poetry Contest!
If you are not aware, the Riley Festival is a local arts/crafts/poetry/music festival that celebrates the birthday, life, and legacy of local poet James Whitcomb Riley. Known as “the Hoosier poet,” he is famous for poems such as “Little Orphant Annie” and “The Raggedy Man.”
The festival, affectionately called “Riley Days” by the locals, includes shutting down several major streets in the historic downtown area and setting up booths where local vendors can sell goodies that often include homemade crafts, antiques, baked goods, toys, and clothing. The festival also includes a fine arts gallery that awards prizes for photography, cooking, painting, quilting, and other needle-crafts. There’s also an entertainment tent (or two) with several performers varying in fame and style.
In recent years festival organizers have also tried to stay true to the origin of the festival by promoting poetry events such as open mic nights and a poetry slam. The written poetry contest, however, goes back to the early happenings of the festival (or, at least, it was still a prominent part of the festival when I was in elementary school — and before poetry was a thing I did seriously). The contest is divided by age/grade with winners in each age group.
Each year has a theme, which is always a poem of Riley’s, and this year the theme was his work “Out to Old Aunt Mary’s.” All poems in the contest have to somehow relate to the theme.
My poem was titled “Wishful Thinking” — a nod to the tone of innocence and freedom Riley writes about (and my struggle to relate to it). Honestly, I was a little surprised my angsty poem did so well.
Of course, another exciting thing is that the winner receives actual prize money, so this is one of the few poems I’ve actually profited from!
You can see the announcement of all the winners (including yours truly), in this article. According to the contest, publishing first rights are granted to the media, so if/when I get the ability to share or post the poem I will certainly do so!
A metal monster howls tonight
Louder than the wind
Coyotes scatter in its path
But we all call it friend
In the darkness it emits
A lonely, eerie light
Scouring unyielding land
So one day we can have a bite
Filter though my ear canals
And escape as sweet whispers
Between careful lips
Perhaps only I can hear
The loves, the fears
That connotate these conversations
So I offer translations
So my loves don’t fear each other
Composed 10/12/18 Description: For the word of the day: Pacify.