You are the next winner of the Fachucha is the Word: DPL Poetry Contest! This is Ryan’s third win, woot woot!
How It Happened
I bit my tongue to catch its final lie.
Licked the sweat off the cold glass of yesterday,
and spit it into tomorrow.
Learned to sit with a breath.
Took the red animal Sun for my pockets.
Found a peacock with bravery hand stitched to her quills to take my hand.
Met a heavy soul who wants a taste of the Bronx.
A moon rock stuck in earth soil,
a funky nebula,
a starched crease in concert,
a baritone walking into his own bass.
Our conductor had a ticker tape of aces,
to rain over our terra-cotta cloth.
The cloth we all seem to be cut with,
with all the cracks in its love.
Sun bleached from all the light.
The light that comes with the truth of things,
it’s what we stand in.
It’s how we know to find home.
Our last writing prompt was: “Write a poem about one’s legacy.” To view the next writing prompt selected by our winner Ryan, visit the contest page at: www.dapoetrylounge.com/fachucha