Sunshine
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Congratulations to iwaker, penelope, and wolfy. Penelope, wolfy, and iwaker you are the winners.
A special congratulations to penelope for winning first place in both the drawing and painting portions of the contest.
Wolfy won 1st place in the baking contest for best decorated cookies.
Iwaker won first place in the poetry segment with her poem "dissolution."
"Dissolution”
I do not doubt
your Socratic mouth.
Your voice travels like molten gold over rivulets of thought;
the words warmly unspooling
like wisps of smoke stroking my throat, my eyes
before they arrive home.
Two-dimensional
incomprehensible,
but it's all I have of you, in the end.
The flat glass, dull lull, inveterate stare
your facsimile burns through me like an excimer.
I am un-pieced
yet again.
Picasso-an,
multi-colored,
my body slides apart like a brick of butter left out too long.
First my arms, then my knees slip and come apart,
and the head rolls sideways like a wheel of cheese.
Nothing's left but soft ruin and a pooling heart,
gasping like a fish.
Fallible, malleable
but deitific.
I see you witness my dissolution, immobile and indifferent
--but are you?
I detect subtle movements of subterranean feelings
gliding along like wary sharks,
unable to submerge, but afraid to emerge
and face me.
Am I beautiful now
--Sunk, spread, and sparkling beneath a mile of sun-smile?
I can and will forgive you
even for this,
for letting me spill apart, wide as a crime scene,
basking in your stillness, your silence;
your unintentional
violence
Penelope won 1st place in the drawing and painting segments.
To the winners: PM for details on receiving your prizes.
A special congratulations to penelope for winning first place in both the drawing and painting portions of the contest.
Wolfy won 1st place in the baking contest for best decorated cookies.
Iwaker won first place in the poetry segment with her poem "dissolution."
"Dissolution”
I do not doubt
your Socratic mouth.
Your voice travels like molten gold over rivulets of thought;
the words warmly unspooling
like wisps of smoke stroking my throat, my eyes
before they arrive home.
Two-dimensional
incomprehensible,
but it's all I have of you, in the end.
The flat glass, dull lull, inveterate stare
your facsimile burns through me like an excimer.
I am un-pieced
yet again.
Picasso-an,
multi-colored,
my body slides apart like a brick of butter left out too long.
First my arms, then my knees slip and come apart,
and the head rolls sideways like a wheel of cheese.
Nothing's left but soft ruin and a pooling heart,
gasping like a fish.
Fallible, malleable
but deitific.
I see you witness my dissolution, immobile and indifferent
--but are you?
I detect subtle movements of subterranean feelings
gliding along like wary sharks,
unable to submerge, but afraid to emerge
and face me.
Am I beautiful now
--Sunk, spread, and sparkling beneath a mile of sun-smile?
I can and will forgive you
even for this,
for letting me spill apart, wide as a crime scene,
basking in your stillness, your silence;
your unintentional
violence
Penelope won 1st place in the drawing and painting segments.
To the winners: PM for details on receiving your prizes.
