Guidelines

Guidelines: (1) Include your name, the title of your original poem, and a brief comment about yourself; (2) Poems may be in any language (please include an English translation); (3) Poems may not violate Nicolet's Social Media Guidelines; (4) Original poems may be submitted anonymously; (5) Submit poems to Ocie Kilgus (okilgus@nicoletcollege.edu). Students who submit original poems are eligible for the Best Original Poem contest. The student with the best poem will be awarded the Ron Parkinson Poetry Matters Student Scholarship Award in the amount of $300. The community member with the best poem will receive dinner for two at Church Street Inn, Hazelhurst. Upon the closing of the Poetry Project, a faculty committee will select the winning poems. The winners of the contest will be recognized at Nicolet College's Award Ceremonies on May 10.

Friday, April 27, 2012

April 27, 2012

"Did You See the Snow Fall?"
By Rachel Yeomans

Did you see the snow fall?
Did you see it?
I woke up this morning, today
And smiled to think you were watching
Just the same
Although we were so far away.

Did you see the snow fall?
Was it beauty?
Sifting down so gentle, so white?
I could feel it brush by me
And loved it
And would not let it out of my sight.

Did you see the snow fall?
Did you pause
In awe at the grace of it all?
And feel in your heart
Such calmness,
Peace, at this white, whirling ball?

Did you see the snow fall?
And then sighed?
When the last precious flakes came down?
And the world was so still, so silent
Just enjoying
The new coated town.

Did you see the snow fall?
Could you see it?
And feel that your life was alright?
Because such little things
Simple crystals
Give us comfort and teach us tonight.

This poem came to me easily when I woke up to view a beautiful snowstorm one day. It was over too quickly, but I sent this poem to my boyfriend so as to share the moment with him too.

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"New York Sky"
By Kari Krueger

Underneath the New York sky my grandbaby's unaware
Of the family waiting with unabandoned anticipation.
For hers is the miracle birth we've waited a lifetime for.
The culmination of birth, growth, unions all around the globe.
Are the tears from heaven welcoming the new babe?
Or perhaps washing away happenings unassociated with peace.
I prefer to think angel tears are saying, 'welcome much
     loved baby . . .
You have a beautiful mother' . . . under that New York sky.

This poem was inspired by a picture of my daughter who was 7 months pregnant, standing in Times Square under an umbrella. I took the picture on the 8th anniversary of 9/11. The emotions from thinking about that terrible day 8 years ago clashed with looking at her and the hope for a better future.