YOU DON'T always pay attention

but see, it's just the dawn

free your mind from the pictures

which could destroy what I draw.

Forgotten all the best known

From standing up again in vain

the riddles become alone

so just remember a firefly from jail

Nothing keeps disturbing

the lonely, archaic fence

who will never find out anything

except a granular dance

My cup of tea sometimes

trembles into the night

real green, oh so many times

he lose his shimmering eye-sight

All this jumped out of a speck of dust

cowardly since hoover exists

and they all know that traveling fast

in a torch has an enchant resist.

In a misty purple evening

you should take this stroll

to catch a glimpse of this feeling

even if I do not call

it the song of little meanings...

You could see me, but you aren't

sorry for giving secret caches

you should forget them AT ALL!

by Orsolya Lukács  (Herman Otto Gimnázium, Miskolc)

Comments by the judges:

So many of the entries are rather traditional love poems with sing-song masculine rhymes. “The Song of Tiny Nothing” departs wonderfully from the rest of the lot by exploring an abstraction or idea. Its rhymes are often fresh and interesting: draw/dawn, known/vain/alone, fence/dance, all the ‘t’ sounds in stanza 5, stroll/call, etc. The poem also has a delightful sense of irony and humor, which so few of the other entries – in all their seriousness and romance – seldom displayed. Near the end, the writer almost mocks his or her own lyricism: “even if I do not call / it the song of little meanings.”