Feeling the sun hot on my shoulders as I stand a ways away from snow banks that tower over the pickup trucks in the icy parking lot, I remember the sensation and know that I always remembered it; there were always certain things common to the physical existence that I encountered and re-encounter, that I enjoyed before and will enjoy again. Almost makes me want to come back again, thinking I’ll be nostalgic and want another try. Yet with sadness that indicates a falsehood I don’t understand, I feel it has worn thin, this smoke-and-mirrors, pay-no-attention-to-that-deity-behind-the-curtain illusion. I will work to understand the distortion that makes me think that any moment is not completely new, completely fresh and completely mine.
My snowshoe breaks through the six-inch crust
Sinking a foot into fluffy whiteness
Snow I lift with the snowshoe as I must
Forward momentum cease and I just
Stand blinking sightless
Drained of energy
Gravity tugging at my weariness
I continue on to where I want to go
Shedding baseless fears, I guess
In this trek across the stubborn snow
Where I will come again unless
I am prevented by what I don’t know
In this reality
The icy wind stings my face and brings tears
The mysterious misty grey amid the trees
A native holiness, a threat of careful fears
For the extremity of extremities
For the measure of my years
And sundry fantasies
So far two poets have each entered five poems, so ten poems are in the running. This is the second annual Eye On Life Poetry Contest. Last year poets followed much the same pattern – a few at the beginning, more later on, most of them in the final two weeks before the January 31st deadline.
The nice thing about a new contest like this one is that the odds of winning first prize are so much better than on more well established contests. And it’s nice for us, too, since it is much easier to judge a hundred poems than it is to judge a thousand.
So today was a nice, relaxed day – about thirty degrees Fahrenheit here in Massachusetts. My wife and I went to see my daughter sing Christmas Carols in the local business district with the high school Honors Choir. They are fun to watch since they are so obviously having fun making music.
Enter the second annual Eye On Life Poetry Contest. You can now submit via email (no attachments please) and pay the minuscule one dollar per poem entry fee via PayPal if you are really that lazy.
“The Wisdom of the Chakras, tools for navigating the complexities of life” by Ellen Tadd, Lantern Books, 2010
The short review: a good working handbook on the use, development and troubleshooting of your spiritual energy centers.
I remember you in a cone-shaped hat
You made from a felt hat and a broom handle
You wore it to pick cherries
From trees now gone
I remember you in some kind of house
What was it made from?
A school bus and an Airstream trailer?
That winter after you married
I remember you in your beautiful house
With your children and grandchildren and my children
And our mom
And my kids ran out the front door
Where the sun shone on the grass
For what seemed like miles
And I had no more a care in the world
Than the goldfinches visiting your front yard feeder
And the cows across the road
Panhandling for apples
I remember you
Those last days
Suffering between sleeping
When I had not the heart to say
That I will miss you sister
From now until I see you again
I will miss you
1952 – 2010