Sunday, April 30, 2017

April 2017 - Winning Cloud Poems

Clouds off the coast of Martha's Vineyard - Photo by Wilda Morris

“Clouds” turned out to be a popular subject for poets. I enlisted Linda Wallin, President of Poets & Patrons of Chicago, and Marilyn Huntman Giese, author of two books and member of the Illinois State Poetry Society and the Naperville Writers Group, to read the poems blind and select those they thought best. Four poems were selected as winners. The judges were surprised when I shared the bios with them. You may also be surprised, so please read to the end of the page.

The first poem is written from the perspective of a cloud.

Perception of Precipitation

A child stares at me
and questions my form.
Sometimes I'm a flower in the eyes of one,
a dog in another.
I am an animation of their imagination,
as my white ruffles transform
against the cobalt blue of the sky.

An adult glares at me
when I turn grey.
Propping their dull umbrellas
and refusting the rain sifted
through my murky body.
The child however,
never fails to splash in my puddles,
even when I am shapeless above.

~ Zoey Ruzic

Shapes in the Sky

Floating swirls high in the sky.
They crawl in the blue,
moving with the wind.
Big ones roam too.
Like friends with arms around each other,
they move in a group.
There are shapes hidden in their fluff.
Lay on the grass and spot them.
Whether they bring rain,
or create shade,
they will come.

– Kiara Korten

Mama, She’s Sitting Right There

I wiggled my toes, letting dirt seep
into my rosewood sandals and stretched
my fingers until they grazed above
to the blue hues I envisioned were leaking
from my dainty nailbeds.

I thought of my spindly fingers
as willowy paintbrushes sketching
an endless canvas. I imagined
bristles of air molding from my palms
and creasing into the air, creating
white marble sewed into blue satin.

I let my head unravel
and turn to my mother who sat
with narrow legs crossed and fingers
plucking petals from
white tulips,

“Mama, no need to be sad.
I’ve painted a sky full of clouds
for grandma to rest on.”

~ Ilana Sabban

Lenticular Cloud over Mount Rainier, Compliments of the National Park Service

Clouds over Mount Rainier

In the yellow glow
of evening light,
I nearly miss this art
by Nature drawn.

Lenticular saucers
aligned more perfectly
than by any artist’s brush.
My eyes fix upon

a wonder seen but once.
In the mountain’s shadow
the Hand of Heaven bids me,
come lose yourself in awe.

~ Michael Escoubas

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Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013, after retiring from a 48-year-career in the printing industry. Early in life his mother said, You have a gift for words; you should do something with that gift. He writes poetry, in part, because of his mother’s encouraging words. Michael also writes poetry because he believes poetry brings people together and that poets are menders of broken things. Michael has published one chapbook, Light Comes Softly, which is available as a free download on iTunes.

Kiara Korten is a 6th gader at Miami Arts Charter School. Her focus is creative writing. She was published in the Austin International Poetry Festival's 2017 Diverse-City Youth Anthology.

Zoey Ruzic is a freshman in high school attending Miami Arts Charger, majoring in Creative writing. She has won two silver keys in the Scholastics Competition and first honorable mention from the Poetry Society of Virginia. Her work has been published in Creative Communications and in Balloons Literary Journal. She lives in Miami where she enjoys adventure and making short films. She hopes to go to college in New York after her senior year.

Ilana Sabban is a pursuing writer based in Miami, Florida. Currently, she is studying at Miami Arts Charter School as a ninth grader, where she has won multiple awards for her poetry and prose. Other than her strive and passion for writing, Ilana also has a profound infatuation with yoga and would to start working toward her teacher certification.

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