Seasonal Spirits
The Sun is high Its weight beams decadence on us below The Sky is etherial, patriotic I enter the garden messy bushes and square, fragrant lawn The bustle of self-absorbed adults The whine of spoiled children The meat blisters and drips its fatty wonder on the hellish coals Below Sending its scream Of flavor deep into my soul mouth watering plenty They tried to keep me but I escaped They won’t know what I have done until its too late all day is mine gleaming sunshine hurts my seeing eyes but my free heart sings I heft the wet clay slapping and stabbing in silence my enemy is infinite, my senses filled with the grating chords of slow progress I am far from done, and the light is failing I will be back tomorrow. Nervous newness Never done this before Not fallen this far Didn’t dare to try Boots on gravel The puddles writhe Iron mountain gleams Weather whetted Chipped but effective slicing the seamless sky-shore The Sun is nowhere to be found And now the light is going down Beaten and torn staggering my temporarily fusty fingertips and dottering hands fumble matches in the wet The rain droplets off my nose and chin replacing the tears I have no time to shed The salty sea moans the dying twitch of all those who failed before me. The bitter hunger of the steel shovel for the rock The grinding scrape of the metal-grit world against my refrigerated self preserved perseverance pitted with only rusty prospects the flame of hope goes out
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Local teen writer, Kate V, is sharing her award-winning short story, "The Hidden Colors of Mrs. John Holton," here. It won a cash prize in the annual high school writing contest, Imagination Begins with You..." by Cool Imagination Publishing. Corvallis-Benton Public Library will be purchasing a circulating copy of the compilation of contest winners, One Spark, so that Benton County readers can enjoy the work of these young authors at no cost. For now, please enjoy Kate's short story from One Spark here! Congratulations, Kate! :D
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Crescent Valley Crier: https://thecvcrescentcrier.weebly.com/ I like trees almost as much as
Seas and seas of trees are even better. I'd like to sail a boat of boots down your wooden leather Rolling waves of pines and needles make me drift awake Just as salt spray and brooding skies make my soul quake With hummingbird elation. I fly in love with the wing of the seagull, The crash of waves and thunder The whisper of trees' boughs bending-- limbs crack and are torn asunder Full are my eyes with the warmth of Morning the fresh flavor of a new day my breath beats in anticipation The glowing lamps are eyes of fire-- Which make clear my duty and station: To run and jump, to float and fly Over endless depths of thickened time to be and live and cry In laughter with no fear I cannot think a better place to stow away my years. |