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By Robert Payne
Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023
By Robert Payne
Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023
By Javier Davis
Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023
By Jade Ingalls
Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023
As I fixed my gaze beyond the tall, narrow barred window, my eyes became lost within an endless depth of the blackest night …. The sole glimmer of life radiated in the form of a luminous beam, as the distant trace of moon reached through the shadows of the deep, gracefully piercing the darkness …. The beam crawled slowly toward me, gradually swallowing the surrounding night within its soft, gentle glow, breaking into shivers of light, dancing before the windows of my soul ….
Consciousness became ambiguous, my prison drifted away, the night was but a memory, as it faded into day …. As I climbed beyond the clouds, my eyes beheld but clues, of a world I’d never seen before, but somehow I still knew. The majestic scenery swirled beneath me, like a living picture frame, in colors so familiar, yet none that I could name.
Then without a warning, the picture frame recedes, like a flower quickly fading, like a vapor in the wind. At that moment, the flowing beam of silvery moonlight, upon the night again descends, as my travels beyond the window sadly come to end …
By D’Angelo Hubbard
Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023
Come live with me and be my love
and we will all pleasures prove
that valleys, groves, hills and fields,
woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals.
And I will thee beds of roses
and a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
The trees are coming into leaf
like something almost being said
the recent buds relax and spread
their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
and we grow old? No, the dictoo
their yearly trick of looking new
is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
in full grown thickness every May
last year is dead, they seem to say
begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
By Amir Hunter
Poetry, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023
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