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Lochlanina Tobey

Honorable Mention 2007 Utmost Christian Poetry Contest $100

About this Christian Poet:
The awards I received from Utmost in 2005 for my poem "Pilgrim of Wisdom" and in 2006 for "White Noise" have encouraged me to submit my poetry to other competitions and to poetry journals where I am beginning to find receptive readers. This spring two of my poems will be published in The Penwood Review and I just learned two other poems received honorable mentions and will appear in the contest issue of Common Ground Review.

I once found a website which listed Latin translations of phrases like "The check is in the mail" and "Beam me up, Scotty." Included in the bunch was the phrase "Nullo metro compositum est." which evidently means "It doesn't rhyme." I typically use alliteration, assonance, and internal word play rather than end rhyme when crafting my poetry, which always provokes my father to ask why it doesn't rhyme like "real poetry." So without being obvious—because it really has nothing to do with the topic of the poem—I built this poem as an acrostic in teasing anticipation of his perpetual jibe.

June, With Her Eyes Closed.

Nomadic water clouds the sky;
undergoes transformation, variation, emotion,
like rain between her lashes,
like hail Mary Mother of God pounding
on the tin roofed sky above her.

Mystic dances, rituals of sorrow,
eyes of weeping angels and
thunderstorms make the sky dark;
residual points of lightning scintillating
on the backs of her eyelids.

Contrary elements of nature and nurture
observe themselves in tempests, flood her features like
memories set apart, devoutly
precipitate as prayers written
on a silent sheet of sky.
Shadows dance like clouds, like saints,
in the edges of her vision.
The alternating, vacillating rhythm
understood by ecclesiastic constellations chanting
mantras for the seasons.

Even as the sky reaches noon
storms cast a shadow, her eyes close, and faithful
trees genuflect before the coming wind.

Copyright ©2007 by Lochlanina Tobey