humidified life
nourishes a thirsty mind
like poetry it settles
on a leaf of emotion
transpires ideas
while insects feed
on nectar
and manna
from somewhere appears
on reason and feelings
inlets and outlets
cascades of poetry
set free and
captured in the moment
another droplet
lowers the guards
hangs on to a twiglet
for weaver birds
to build a nest
to rest and nurse
the young ones
a web of inspiration
such ambrosia
I would not trade it
for a pot of gold
a quiver for arrows
ink for the pen
a fountain of inspiration
a well in motion
nature’s tear of joy
just a drop of water
Water gushed over parched land
fractures are slowly filled left by drought
terrain humidified by cold water
pouring down replacing warmth
everything ice-covered
Water
set in ice form
fluffy and breathtaking
an impish sting to its beauty
arctic
my clothes are drenched
twirl around with outstretched arms
tears are forgotten
By: Wilma Neels
Contest Name: Nature, Four In One
1st Place
Cool jazz notes
heady streams
rising phoenix clawed
from urban cellars.
Aural zip jangle
bourbon scents,
the cigarillo blooms
in opiate clouds.
Stray cat trashcans
metallically clatter
off dead zone alleyways
in night humidified.
Zap and jolt
shock inducer gates
at tramline pitstops
on broadway.
Risen fine hair tingles
on the forearm flesh,
aspberger genus fires
autistic focus.
Rainman obsessions
stave peripheral vision,
just neon scribble
lace wet glass.
The street-lore majesty,
gin and loganberry fetish,
collapse unstable
semantic pylons.
Power cable trawling
amniotic pools
I step and stiffen
electrified, infatuated.