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Saturday, October 23, 2010
NC STUDENT LAUREATE AWARDS FOR MIDDLE SCHOOL: LINDSEY DODGE, CAITLIN PARRIS, AND ABRIANNA BERRY
Abrianna Berry, Caitlin Parris, and Lindsey Dodge, Macon County Middle School
First Prize: TIE
Everything is the same
Her clothes still hang in the closet
Pictures sit there gathering dust
There's still her place on their bed
Pawpaw doesn't disturb
by Lindsey Dodge, Macon Middle School, Franklin, NC
I loved to watch her
in her big sun hat,
wiping the sweat
from her face,
kneeling on the ground
like she was praying.
The flowers she planted
were the most beautiful things
I have ever seen.
When she watered them,
the water would dance across them,
the sun shining over them.
Macon Middle School
Squirrel Hunting With My Dad
We went up the mountain where
My dad hunted when he was little.
It was cold, the wind
Whipping up the holler, trees shaking.
Me and Daddy went to the top of the mountain.
We sat down and waited and had
A silent talk.
by Abrianna Berry, Macon Middle School
Child of the Wind,
by Falecia Metcalf, N. Buncombe Middle School, Weaverville
Sing to me,
with a soft melody.
Talk to me,
as if to a child.
as if I were yours,
because in my heart
Whisper to me,
with words of joy.
I belong right here,
spinning around and around.
with a helping hand.
for without that
I'd be lost forever.
and make me think clearly.
I've always felt this way
no way to make it stop.
Not always in this place,
but always remembering
that special feeling
I'm always look for.
a child of the Wind
I FEEL THE SEASONS (Mount Jefferson)
I feel the winter coldness on my face,
the trees that cover me are all frozen
My nose is frozen.
The air is windy
The snow is all around me.
I feel the spring breeze through my hair,
From the bottom up I'm green all over.
Animals waking everywhere,
Flowers swaying along with the wind,
Flowers all around me.
I feel the summer sun on my shoulders,
People climbing to my peak.
The fiery warmth touches me day and night,
Picnics on my tree covered skirt,
Fireflies all around me.
I feel the chill through my ruffled coat,
As time changes, days get shorter.
Leaves are falling through the brisk air,
The temperature is dropping down low,
Bright Colors all around me.
6th grade, Westwood Elementary
Thursday, October 21, 2010
from BLACK SHAWL, LSU Press, 1992
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
NINA OTERIA: NC STUDENT POET LAUREATE AWARDS
Nina Oteria Foster, whose poem "Leaving It Behind" received Honorable Mention in this year's NCETA Student Poet Laureate Awards, is a senior at Raleigh Charter High School. She has written poetry since her middle years and has self-published a volume of poetry entitled Sunshine @ Midnight. For the past two years she has been the assistant at the NC State Young Writers' Workshop. Nina also won the At-Large award in the 2009 Raleigh Fine Arts Society short story contest for her story Caution: Slippery When Wet.
Leaving it Behind
by: Nina Oteria
chase me on the wind
chase me like change,
like revelry with no writhing regrets
into the chapped, chipped, charred corners
I challenge the pretty, prude past
chase me like freedom and failure and the fall
for I am on the wind,
unwieldy, changing dang direction on a whim
no seven sails,
no captain, nor compass
so chase me
chance, fate, change:
I challenge you.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
MANDI DEAN: NCETA STUDENT POET LAUREATE AWARDS
The noise that’s all around me fills my ears—
The bouncing, laughing, bubbly shrieks of glee.
A cry, a shout, and eyes welled up with tears;
Arpeggios formed in oddest harmony.
The school of bricks that looms two stories tall,
It swallows me into its rooms of chance,
With colors swirled on boards and down the hall,
And waves of voices twirling in their dance.
And when I seek my place of solitude
The trees whisper their stories to the wind.
The grasses sway and sunlight lifts my mood,
While birds sing under skies that have no end.
The music of the world is part of me,
And with it from the world I am now free.
Monday, October 11, 2010
RACHEL THOMPSON: NC STUDENT POET LAUREATE AWARDS
glittering off the lake
as Your voice whispers through tree tops.
In the sun behind the distant storm clouds
I see Your features-- quite subtle
You wrap Your arms around me
as the lake, the meadow,
and the forest of oak and pine surrounding.
Deep breath - closed eyes
I float to the surface of the lake
Your touch is the ripples
Brow furrowed and science books
the frown on his face forms another wrinkle.
Diagrams and charts lay scattered below his eyes.
Head on hand on desk-- the lamp's light
when looked at directly, causes its shape
to repeat itself with every blink and eye's movement.
If he looked out the window
he'd see the lamp's ghosted image
instead of the stars.
Penn-Griffin School for the Arts
Sunday, October 10, 2010
KARINA MCCORKLE: NC STUDENT POET LAUREATE AWARDS
Karina McCorkle has been awarded Second Prize (High School Division)in the NC English Teachers Association's 2010 Student Poet Laureate Awards for her poem VESTIGE. Karina recently shared some details about her background and interests. She will read her poem and receive her award at the NCETA Annual Awards Luncheon at Wake Forest University late October.
I am a 17 year old senior at Enloe Magnet High School who has lived in North Carolina all my life. I have wanted to be a writer since I was six, when another girl told me I could not draw rainbows properly and dashed my dreams of being an artist. I have always been more of a prose writer than a poet, but the Poetic Voices and Writer's Studio electives at Enloe (taught by Priscilla Chappell and Joyce Nelson respectively) have opened me up to a lot of new poets in the past two years, and I have suddenly found myself almost more of a poet than a writer of prose. Amongst my favorite poets areJeffrey McDaniel and Sherman Alexie, and I have a weakness for T.S. Eliot's "The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock". When not reading or writing, I am involved in a medieval sword fighting group where I am currently learning rapier and in a puppet troupe at my church.
My grandmother was built of cigarettes.
everything smelled like her smoke
house, car, self.
skin so papery
I could feel the ash shifting underneath
like sand in a rag doll.
Her scent permeated our bodies
arriving home, we
scrubbed ourselves raw.
when she died
I wanted to never bathe again
so I wouldn't forget her.
Then I remembered
that I had been breathing her in
my whole life
the pale interior of my lungs
with her love.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
EDWARD MADILL: FIRST PRIZE IN NCETA'S HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT LAUREATE AWARDS
Of this poem, the first place winner in the High School Category of the Student Poet Laureate Awards, Cathy Smith Bowers said--"Oh wow! This young poet is amazing!"
Ed is now a freshman at UNC-Asheville. While at Smoky Mountain High School, he volunteered to help with the Friends of the Library, among other organizations. He will receive an award of $250 and, of course, a certificate at the Fall NCETA Conference at Wake Forest University. I hope he can come read this poem. He's a fine reader of poetry.
Your mom thinks she can talk
Which is cool….
But I still get freaked out,
Especially when she looks my cat in the eye and
Sincerely asks him
To this my cat licks himself
(there were a couple of grungy spots).
He saunters over to the litter box and pees.
I smell a whiff of ammonia.
Your mom sulks to the living room couch,
Audubon prints hanging in the
Your mom thinks she can talk
Which is cool….
But every time I see her walk past your “pets”
(The man you keep in the hamster cage,
the woman that lives in that cute miniature house
Out in your front yard,
Or even you—
With your nice nose and your okay figure),
I want to say:
Not only did you confuse the
Piss out of my cat,
But none of us know
What’s going on in your head….
Which is not cool.”
And I still remember that day when you asked:
“Doesn’t everyone’s mommy talk to animals?”
And for show and tell you brought in a poem,
Dictated to your mom by your parakeet.
And all the while
In the background of your house,
People whisper unheard syllables
About the sun, the moon, and the stars
Something about the circle of life,
Our place in the world, and all those questions
That keep us up at night)
To the thinning air,
Near the only window in your house.
Friday, October 1, 2010
2010 NC STUDENT POET LAUREATE AWARD WINNERS
Rachel Thompson, Penn-Griffin High School
Karina McCorkle, Enloe Magnet School, Raleigh, NC
2010 NC Student Poet Laureate Winners
First: Edward Madill, “Your Mom,” Smoky Mountain High School, Sylva, NC
Second: Karina McCorkle, “Vestige” Enloe Magnet High School, Raleigh,
Ripples or Pages, Rachel Thompson, Penn-Griffin High School, High Point
The World's Music, Mandi Dean, Smoky Mt. High School, Sylva
Leaving it Behind, Nina Oteria (Foster), Raleigh Charter High School
Summer of 1918, Tori Eaton, First Flight High School, Kill Devil Hills, NC
First: (tie) Lindsey Dodge, “Everything,” Macon Middle School, Franklin
Caitlin Parris, “Kathy,” Macon Middle School, Franklin
Second: Abrianna Berry, “Squirrel Hunting with my Dad, “ Macon Middle School, Franklin
Falecia Metcalf, “Child of the Wind,” N Buncombe Middle School, Weaverville
Addie Fairchild, “Mountain Jefferson”
6th grade, Westwood Elementary