The 2012 Poet Laureate is Cody Putman. His poem is titled "Efflorescence."
We are the sweet darling dreams of children
Our days spent frolicking outdoors
Childhood fantasies becoming a reality
We still giggle and leap in the snow
Though the snow bites and numbs our skin.
Even when those sugar crystal snowflakes
End up just cold and tasteless,
We will still live in awe
We are shiny new satellites
preparing to take our place amongst the stars.
Our technicians over our design
Programming our path and functions.
Ensuring sufficient energy
They repair our dings and dents
Patting our carapace gently,
With anxious fervor
They await our launch day
We are thoroughbreds at Keeneland’s gate.
We snort and stomp
In a blur of unbridled excitement.
The joyous array of pomp
Befitting for such a regal circumstance.
The bugle will sound to Elgar’s tune
And the time will come for the gates to burst open
A fresh, clear, and open track lies ahead of us
Our muscles contract and stretch
And a torment of adrenaline
Sparks our first bound forward.
We have made it this far, the track is ours
Let the wind and the symphonic roar of the crowd
Carry you to victory.
We are the powerful vocals
Of one mighty, soulful tune.
Sweet serenades of
Wash through hearts and beings
With the ability to bring
Our tune builds a home,
A family, a society.
This melody, more than moving,
Is an aesthetic explosion of expression
With the power to share the world
We are a garden of budding flowers
A vivid arrangement of efflorescence
A blanket of coquettish color
Windswept, we flirt with the eyes of passersby.
Our alluring aromatherapy will make someone stop
We will be picked someday
Beauty and fragrance forever enjoyed
We are the splish splash
Swirling, swindling streams of water
Taking different paths and purpose
Spreading far and wide
We will quench this world’s thirst for direction,
Creativity, and innovation.
In the end, we will not look much alike
But we will all rain down to earth together
We are the artist in front of a blank canvas
Our brush lies dormant
As we stare at past creations
Let us dive in,
Drown the canvas
In pirouettes and patches of color.
With each smudge
We show ourselves to the world
There is no fear
Only pure bliss
In this brilliant birth
We make the masterpieces of tomorrow
We are prospective painters.
The brush in our hands
Colors and styles
Patterns and shapes
All at our disposal
We look forward
And dip into
a palette of possibilities.