From the vines of an Earth so heavenly, I dance through her guarded enticements.
As the sky springs forth the most striking laughter from abound, I float through her waters of perpetual stillness.
From the vines, I hear not a sound of actuality, for endurance has given me the very symphony of forever.
From the vine, I perceive not a movement of misperception.
I am home, from the vines, they molest the power to fear.
For worry has not a breath of meaning in her land.
Taking away every inch of doubt, her waters torrent over and intoxicate my spirit with eternal bravery.
I salsa through the many vines that taunt my body to run, for I have never moved an inch!
From the vines, I am here!
From the vines, I move not a breath of my being and from the vines, I discover a sincere amity.
From the vines, I am everything and nothing at all.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Scarlett Amburgey.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?