An entry I wrote for the current contest, "write a poem from the perspective of a tree". Perhaps in the future I will be able to participate in the contests, but for now the prompt alone proved an excellent use of my time.
All my life I've looked at words as though I was looking for pieces of Who I Am In the letters of the alphabet.
I've been searching For perfect words In empty jars and cupboards To explain why the skies are Either blue or gray.
I don't want to think that they Reflect the hues of what I am inside, Yet, I feel exposed as if Someone peeled the layers Of my skin and the secrets Hidden underneath are now Out in the open, And the Story of my life Is shy wearing a birthday suit.
I've been searching for words Where the sea meets the shore But the waves carried Them away while I was wiping stubborn sand Stuck in between my toes.
No one told me that Words have mastered the art Of playing hide and seek, Either they get caught In between my teeth, Or they hide in walk-in cabinets And when I fall asleep, Tired of looking for them In places where they used to linger, They sneak out in the dead of the night Leaving no trails and footprints behind.
All my life I've looked at words as though I was homeless and weary Looking for myself In the pages and chapters Of stories, I didn't fit.