~3rd Place~ Contest: I Drew A Blank Sponsor: John Lawless Judged: 06/02/2016
~1st Place~ Contest: Structured Forms-Iambic Verse: Sponsor: Giorgio, A.V. Judged: 02/23/2015
Oh, how I cherish that bright sun! But, she must turn me often lest I grow deformed and stifled in my quest for too much light. And at the faithful window, day by day, that glow appears- my sustenance of life. Instinctively, I lift my leafy palms as if to catch each golden ray and lean to kiss the glass- back arched in thankful prayer. And she, like God, keeps turning me around to make me straight, aware that I must work to find the light once more. An endless fight, this turning, turning, cutting short my time to fully drink of sun. And what despair for me to face again the shadowed room- to gather strength- confront the task at hand: my twisting, writhing, standing tall, erect- then leaning, reaching out for light again. And yet, I grow in beauty, health, and grace. The secret lies in proper tension kept between her God-like care to keep me straight- and my strong will to seek and worship sun.
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