Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

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by Ashlee Gaines

Life houses the rooms that are filled
Up. Over flowing in Empty
Heaviness when an anchor 
Has been tossed. Untold stories 
Carry mountains and moonlights

Taste not what is seen but 
Savor what has not been given
Grey moments define the clear 
Ones. Now is what turns the 
Clock so stop and listen in 
The seconds of life for that
Grows the grower and the 
Keeper of the fields savors 
The seasons wide.

Added: 30.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

06.05.2010

I like the line "Grey moments define the clear ones"- and I can only imagine that this poem was conceived as a defining "grey moment" too.

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