Faith Webster Award Winner

A World Reaches for Me

I lay here motionless,
Frail and disconnected.
Particles rise to the surface: hope
They destroy each other,
Consume each others’ hate.

A world reaches for me.
I will not lose what I am
What I was and will be.
Pieces of me float away.
Adrift in the remnants
of my ancestors.

School of Athens

Gaze upon the plain that surpasses thought.
To be crimson red, sap green, steel blue
Pigments ground into one complete figure.

To touch it,
And feel creation.
To be consumed by color and symmetry.

The purity of an idea allowed to expand.
To touch the intangible,
And be reborn.

Kristen Ramirez