Freshman recognized for skill in poetry

Freshman Sophie Starnes writes poetry and has been recognized in both the Chickasaw Nation’s Anoli Creative Writing Contest and the Herald Democrat's celebration of poetry.

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Freshman Sophie Starnes writes poetry and has been recognized in both the Chickasaw Nation’s Anoli Creative Writing Contest and the Herald Democrat's celebration of poetry.

Caroline Smith, Managing Editor

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While many students think of writing as a dreaded school assignment, freshman Sophie Starnes has written several poems for pleasure and submitted them to different competitions.

Starnes poem, Solar System Silence, about defining individuality for the 2015 Chickasaw Nation’s Anoli Creative Writing Contest won first place in Division 2 (grades 9-12).

She submitted another poem, Circle of Life, to the Herald Democrat for their celebration of poetry this month. The Herald Democrat published it on the front page of the April 27 edition.

Below are the two poems that Starnes has been recognized for.

 

Solar System Silence

It seems

Blasphemous to breathe

in the presence of the moon

When the rest of the night stays silent.

 

Yet we do.

As a people we breathe,

Defiant of the universe in all its

Vast, daunting glory.

 

Each breath makes the defiance grow stronger.

Each beating heart makes our nation last longer.

 

We define ourselves,

Not by the number of words we say,

But by the number of people we affect

When we say them.

 

Circle of Life

carving out a confession of your name,

i sigh into the stars, my breath clouding

into a nebula that glimmers against

the stark nothingness of space.

 

planets rotate,

somberly making their rounds;

craters expand and resources dry.

 

i stitched your name into the sun,

it burns and burns and burns there.

burbling and stretching until it is

the molten blood that powers

the source of life.

 

planets rotate,

somberly making their rounds;

the atmosphere collapses on a whim.

 

whispering your name into a cloud,

you rain down on the earth until you

are the ocean, the river, the water that

sustains a biome.

 

planets rotate,

somberly making their rounds;

a pebble causes an avalanche somewhere.

 

your name is a hymn

i murmur it in my sleep and

angels sing it with their heavenly voices.

the melody is stuck in my head so often,

God Himself must be playing it on

Heaven’s radio station on repeat.

 

planets rotate,

somberly making their rounds;

a new species is born after centuries of work.

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