Congratulations Fourth Annual Student Poetry Contest Prizewinners

Congratulations to the following students, whose poems were selected by Nikky Finney as the top three finalists:

First place: Pamela Powell

I NEVER FORGET

The day that I remembered

Was more like waking up than remembering

And years

Upon years

Of blank white pages

Were filled

With terrible

Lovely things

The biggest shock

Was that a person

Any person

Could ever forget at all

It is odd how

After

I never could be still

I paced

Like the lion

I keep in a box

Most people dont even know

I have it because

What would you say

If someone told you they kept

A lion in a box

But I feed it

Every morning at eight a.m.

I never forget.

Ironic to even say

I never forget

Me

The girl who forgot

Everything

Even her own face

The same color as sand

 

Managed to forget her brother

Lying still, and cool

The same color as chalk

But I digress

 

I do that a lot

Since I got the lion

I feed it

Blue steaks

Which I am told

Is the only food that satisfies

Lions

And I am made to believe it

When he first came

I tried

My best

To only feed him

WORDS

And believe you me

He nearly ate me

So now

Blue steaks

Every morning at eight a.m.

I never forget.


Second place: Michael Massey

I Come From

I come from running through the fields free as a breeze

Playing in the yard jumping and rolling in the leaves

I come from milking the cows every morning and every night

Getting on my bike and riding out of sight

I come from pitching bales of hay in the hot summer sun

Not going home till all the work was done

I come from housing tobacco working up a sweat

Going down to the river jumping in to get wet

I come from hanging with my friend who lived just up the road

Driving the tractor pulling a heavy load

I come from working in the garden chopping out weeds

Following a path to wherever it leads

I come from visiting the creek and wading for hours

Cooped-up in the house cursing the showers

I come from walking through the woods passing time

Going to the store spending my last dime

I come from getting up early going hunting with dad

Telling my mom about the day we had

I come from staying up late gazing at the stars

Sitting on the porch counting the passing cars

I come from the rivers and creeks of my country home

The ridge tops and valleys where I used to roam

 

Third place: Elizabeth Peef

Boxes

Theres a box I know that's a popular thing;

A very nice organizational tool.

Inside that box there are drawers and shelves, labeled

With stereotypes such as loser or cool.

 

Everyone has one, they're simply essential.

How would we judge others without our own box?

Where we place them and sort them by color, size,

Social hierarchy or designer socks.


We stuff people into premade perceptions,

Careless of their original shape or size;

For we always listen to our boxes

And to what our boxes say is wise.

 

So hold tight your box lest your perceptions grow;

Lest you find you dont need your box anymore.

For how could we function without our boxes

Saying those not like us are best to ignore.

 

Why, without our boxes, we could even stand out!

We might venture out from under our sheltered rocks

Such scary thoughts of a life unjudgmental,

Its very much safer to stick with the box.

We were privileged to read so many wonderful, interesting poems. Thank you to all who entered and to all who attended the poetry celebration.