Whisperings of love painting4/11/2023 Two of us squeezed in this little coin karaoke. In my memories you’re seventeen and I’m about to be, I hate hearing the reverb and the echo and the autotuned voice. “Mid-Summer Karaoke and I Want You to Look at Me” She is excited to be attending Governor’s Honors Program for communicative arts this summer and is incredibly grateful for the endless support from her teachers, friends, and family. In addition to writing, she loves reading classic and feminist literature, playing guitar, watching film analyses, and journaling. Isabel Liu is a 15-year-old student at Wheeler High School in Marietta. The music of half-empty chip bags underfoot swells,Ī standing ovation for your performance, sir. The firmament proclaims the last burst of Our legs itch, the grass is saturated with sweat andĮvery breath I take seems to drown me just a little. The air is heavy with shrieks of the summer children. She is a district winner for Young Georgia Authors and is perpetually grateful to her past and future teachers, as well as her friends and family for their love.Ĭrickets chatter and people chirp like bubbling In addition to writing poems instead of doing homework, she is fond of gardening, listening to music, and Mary Oliver. The weather will be warm, the sweater will be cottonĪnd you’ll kiss, all mouth, all teeth, all right.Įmerson Keen is a sophomore at Decatur High School. Later, you’ll frame this moment, right time wrong Your arteries are hammering at your neck when she The little birds your mother pointed toĪgainst a lilting sunset, the closet monsters spotted Tell me the story of your life: the fallow fields andĪt recess. The sweater is wool and you are out of tune. Shape ribbony wrist, little girl fingers twined like hair. In slanted light, she doesn’t look you in the eye, Wind chime, elbows at the dinner table, all mouth,Ī lacework of fingers, sweaty and consolatory My love sits in shoe boxes and desk drawers, at theĪ cold hand hovering just above your cheekĪs you fall into sleep. My mouth catches on the spine of an apple. The stars hung low, waterlogged and acidic, He is grateful to his family and teachers for their support and is honored to receive this award.įinalists (alphabetical by author’s last name) He is also passionate about the classics, studying Latin, Greek, and Sanskrit. Besides writing poetry and fiction, he is a Lincoln-Douglas debater and an editor for the Southerner, Midtown’s student newspaper. What happened to glow-in-the-dark stars andĬonstellations and dreams of warm summer nights?Īran Sonnad-Joshi is a junior at Midtown High School. Just beneath the surface of a dark river. Trying to find the shapes but these are not my starsĪnd they dance just out of reach, flitting away like silvery fish Sharp, hostile it whispers through the streets,Īnd I am exposed. The pavement is hard against my back and the cool air is With hands that are now thin and bony andĬovered with papery skin but still strong. They can only watch from afar, and she holds me That stars are the souls of our ancestors so ancient My teacher says that stars are made of flaming gasīut I prefer my grandmother’s explanation. In a field of grass under the hot, sticky air,Īnd finding constellations in the vaulted sky. On sleepless nights, I trace shapes among the plastic lights, Glow-in-the-dark stars gleam with soft green radiance,Īccepting, absorbing the light of day until they shine. Read more about its inception here and meet the 2022 winners and finalists below, selected by state poet laureate Chelsea Rathburn. It is open to all students in grades 9 through 12. Launched in 2014 by former Georgia poet laureate Judson Mitcham, in collaboration with the Georgia Council for the Arts, the Georgia Poet Laureate’s Prize is an annual program designed to encourage works by teen writers. Photograph by Visual Art Agency / iStock/ Getty Images Plus
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