Waterfalls
triplet series
riding the rapids
mom films from the shore
springtime cataracts
amusement park flume
summer's gonna-get-wet ride
no cam'ras allowed
windy fishing spot
autumn's cascade of leaves
fall at the falls
winter ice sculptor
dad picks his way to the top
frozen falls
-- Reason A. Poteet
Poteet shares many of her poems on her website at http://www.wordchimes.com/poetry/Index.php?viewpoet=514.
The runner-up this month, Francis Toohey, submitted an evocative poem about what the hand does in each of the four seasons:
The Seasons
Winter/ My hand rings the bell--
the echo dissolves, the bell leaves its ghost in my palm.
Spring/ My hand lifts one finger, but the wind dissolves--
the finger folds back to my uncharted lines.
Summer/ My hand grasps a world, grim plum in my grip--
its flesh dissolves to free its single sleeping seed.
Autumn/ My hand counts the birthdays while ten fingers fly--
another year dissolves, weightless at each breath.
-- Francis Toohey
Copyright on posted poems remains with the poets who wrote them.
Thanks to Katie Kingston, who judged the top poems for this month’s blog. Katie is an award-winning poet. Her books include In My Dreams, Neruda (in English), In My Dreams, Neruda (Spanish Edition)
and El Rio de las Animas Perdidas en Purgatorio
.© 2010 Wilda Morris
