But I picked up the pieces, one by one, And slowly learned to let the healing begin. I found solace in the silence, and peace in the night, And slowly, I started to shine with new light.
As the year continues to run, the call continues with this month’s theme being “Times!”. We have had many events to mark the uniqueness of this month in our country and beyond and since poetry offers itself as an avenue to let out these emotions, we encourage you to use it as an outlet. As you know, poetry wouldn’t complain. Have you got that one poem that speaks to the heart of our theme? Then this call is for you.
...meaning, a peaceful day in June is a cold day in July; bullets are like raindrops on the mother of green...
Poets, especially younger poets are encouraged to send in a single original, unpublished poem. Please inform us immediately if the submitted work is published elsewhere before the winner is announced. Previously submitted work is ineligible.
...meaning, a peaceful day in June is a cold day in July; bullets are like raindrops on the mother of green...
As the year continues to run, the call continues with this month’s theme being “Retrogression”.
