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Toward a New Jerusalem, by Ann Marie Williams |
Ok, did y'all enjoy that? And now here's the poem I wrote using this picture as inspiration (or something):
Castaway
by Elizabeth Cordes
The yellow orb, unmoving,
sits atop the unchanging sky
like a relic,
refusing to fall.
It is a castaway from our old world,
as we are.
It is nameless,
as we are.
The mirrored landscape
broadens before us
(jealous, mocking).
It has no history as we do.
At the end of our journey
lies a city.
It will not let us carry
the old into new.
Its dazzling reflection
blinds us,
turns us away.
We must leave
all that we are
behind us
before we may enter.
We refuse.
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I'm not really thrilled with it, but I think it was good enough. I think I'll try again for the next one and maybe even spend a decent amount of time working on it! I almost feel bad that I shirked so badly after being so excited for signing up for it. Ah well.
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