So…

So I bragged on facebook about my winning poems. This is the first time I’ve ever won anything for my poetry, so I’m pretty encouraged. I joined the ASPS – Alabama State Poetry Society and submitted about 15 poems in different categories/contests, and three were chosen.

 

Category 9: Thelassic Poem – 3rd Honorable Mention

 

 

Starfish  

that July morning

at Siesta Key

a delegation of starfish

drew us all together

as we dipped our toes

in the warm gulf waters

beachgoers laughing and squealing

pointing and talking to each other

splashing and swimming

among the starfish that day

we formed a temporary friendship

over the joy of the ocean’s offerings

years later across the land

“Remember when” will be heard

and tales of the starfish

will be told

 

Category 2: The Mary (Mickey) Cleverdon Memorial Award – 3rd Place

 

 

Music of Creation  

 

The music of the woods

Is not just the song of the bird

But  the beat of the brook

The harmony of wind and leaf

A twig, a scamper, layers

 

The music of the ocean

Is not just the cry of the gulls

But the crash of the waves

The melody of wind and water

A splash, a scrape, laughter

 

The music of the snow

Is not just the hoot of the owl

But the patter of flakes

The rhythm of wind and white

A crunch, a frost, whispers

 

The music of the world

Is not just a song, a cry, a hoot

It’s beating, crashing, pattering

It’s harmony, melody and rhythm 

A symphonious creation

 

 

Category 3: A Spiritual Journey – 1st Place

 

 

Instructions  

 

Are there only ten instructions?

I can do that

I believe in God

You know, GOD

No way!

I don’t have any statues in my house

Football trophies don’t count, right?

OMG- that’s not really saying it, right?

Yes, I call myself a Christian

I go to the early service

(Doesn’t interfere with the game)

Yes, sir/No, sir

That’s so old fashioned

Murder in my heart? My thoughts count?

Honestly, I only buy it for the articles

It’s not plagiarism if I change a couple words

Little white lies don’t hurt anyone

Who in the world are Ananias and Sapphira? A rock band?

No, I don’t want my neighbor’s truck

I want my own

What? I thought you said ten

There are only really two?

Why didn’t you say so?

With ALL my heart, soul, and mind?

That’s a tough one

I like my neighbors – I always wave

I even put money in that kettle every December

Love them as much as I love me?

I’ll get back to you