my mind drifts like the winter snow
falling on the mountain rocks of
Colorado, seeing different things
in a spectrum of white and gray,
a gray area in plain white,
coated with sand crystals
in the momentous absence of the sun,
lined with un-whole glaciers
in the aspect of avalanche memory.
my soul floats like an oak wood in a
lake full of lilies and caterpillar frogs
in a wet shore of white soil and twigs
and trees and rays of the golden sun
yellowish and pure,
magnified to the dew drops
in the spontaneous flow of shiny water,
in the breeze of the morning rays of sound.
there are times that
my mind accumulates like a snowball,
my soul cascades like a waterfall,
but until then,
I endure like a lily,
I halt like a rock.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Mar Florence Sebastian.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?