Best in Poetry at the 2025 contest: Our Own World
Elyse Park
The earth spins
Shapes, color, sizes
brushing and running past me
Hurried
The world moves too fast to catch up
My mind races but my body won’t follow
I rather be
Just be
But what can I do?
I’m alive to live
So I walk
I stuff my ears with noise
Slipping in cool metal as music that smells like mud and feels like the sun fill every space
I let tangerine orange sounds and spring sun melt into the beat
And for a second
At least for a song
I’m free
Free to dance
To smile at the wind and waving sun
To dream
To savor every lyric as if they were my own
To Hold tight
to give and take them with childlike bravery and foolish belief
I’m in my own world
Music has always been such a huge part of my life and honestly what keeps me going in some seasons ^^