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Deb wins Poet Laureate of Mid-Summer Poetry Fest!!

Winning Poem is "Tides".  Congrats Deb!!!!!!!!!!!

Here is a gem to savor, poetry lovers:

Tides

Mindless games
of Solitaire and Mahjong -
weak levies 
against the turbulent tides
of an incandescent ocean
bursting with life.

Sanity ceases the gentle lapping 
on the shores of my memories
as a tempest 
threatens to break my grip
from the rocks I cling to.

I lose my grasp
on these thoughts
in a tumultuous 
waterspout of words.
Snippets splashed away.

Logic escapes
in churning angst.
Thoughts remain
dancing in kelp gardens
awaiting the next storm.

I welcome the antagonistic, 
ireful, rising swell
because I know 
when the seas settle
an upsurge of anguish follows.

Then the ocean calms 
to reclaim 
its rhythmic push and pull
of memories 
in tiny grains of sand.

The sunken ships 
of my regrets,
recovered in the haunting depths 
by luminous corals and tropical fish
wearing stained-glass wetsuits.

Low tide creates 
a mirror 
on the shoreline,
an orange and yellow sunset
with blushing clouds.

I find a sand dollar 
and marvel at its wonder.
Catch a glint of well-traveled sea glass
and appreciate the undercurrents 
that smoothed its sharp edges.

An intricate, empty seashell
held to my ear,
I listen to the ocean of my life 
echoed back to me, 
resonating in my soul.


~Deborah Manning-Galarza


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Woo Hoo Deb 

A worthy winner.

Tom wrote: ↑

Sat Aug 10, 2019 6:51 pm

Deb wins Poet Laureate of Mid-Summer Poetry Fest!!

Winning Poem is "Tides".  Congrats Deb!!!!!!!!!!!

Here is a gem to savor, poetry lovers:Tides

Mindless games
of Solitaire and Mahjong -
weak levies 
against the turbulent tides
of an incandescent ocean
bursting with life.

Sanity ceases the gentle lapping 
on the shores of my memories
as a tempest 
threatens to break my grip
from the rocks I cling to.

I lose my grasp
on these thoughts
in a tumultuous 
waterspout of words.
Snippets splashed away.

Logic escapes
in churning angst.
Thoughts remain
dancing in kelp gardens
awaiting the next storm.

I welcome the antagonistic, 
ireful, rising swell
because I know 
when the seas settle
an upsurge of anguish follows.

Then the ocean calms 
to reclaim 
its rhythmic push and pull
of memories 
in tiny grains of sand.

The sunken ships 
of my regrets,
recovered in the haunting depths 
by luminous corals and tropical fish
wearing stained-glass wetsuits.

Low tide creates 
a mirror 
on the shoreline,
an orange and yellow sunset
with blushing clouds.

I find a sand dollar 
and marvel at its wonder.
Catch a glint of well-traveled sea glass
and appreciate the undercurrents 
that smoothed its sharp edges.

An intricate, empty seashell
held to my ear,
I listen to the ocean of my life 
echoed back to me, 
resonating in my soul.


~Deborah Manning-Galarza


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Movingly visual blending of the external and the internal worlds of past and present. An honest song.  Yea to you. Marcel