Saturday, January 24, 2015

January Poetry Challenge Winners


I recently read "Why I'm Not a Carpenter," by Tony Barnstone, in his new book, The Beast in the Room (The Sheep Meadow Press, 2014), pp. 12-14. The narrator of the poem is working along side his brother on a carpentry job. The brother hits the nails just right, in an iambic rhythm. The narrator warps the nail, because "half my mind's / trying to write a poem." Any poet can identify with that! Often "half my mind's trying to write a poem" as I do dishes, vacuum the floor, drive to church, or engage in other tasks.

Barnstone's poem would have been a good example poem for the January challenge, to write a poem about writing poetry or being a poet. I didn't read Barnstone's poem until after the challenge was posted, however, and the three example poems provided enough of a prompt.

John Milkereit, the January Poetry Challenge judge, picked one formal poem, a kyrielle sonnet, and one free verse poem as winners.

A Poet

Words promenade the world searching
for the essence of man’s being,
from spring through winter of his life.
My lyrics, the soul of man’s strife

embroider visions of grandeur,
and when life’s plan takes a detour
they celebrate with drum and fife.
My lyrics, the soul of man’s strife

resound with song, death’s elegance,
though they too will know its silence.
Are they redemption or just rife,
my lyrics, the soul of man’s strife?

Words promenade the world searching
for lyrics, the soul of man’s strife.

~ Timm Holt

Timm is a retired physician living with his partner in Chicago. His work has appeared in numerous journals, and his debut novel, Square Affair, will be available soon in bookstores and on Amazon. Timm also writes a weekly blog, Home Town Tales, where he reminisces about life remembered in a small Midwestern town.


The free verse poem is an extended metaphor which may send some readers to the dictionary.


Herpetologically Yours

All the poets I know are snakes;
we’re skin-shedder types composing
one uncommon one line in common Times Roman Bold,
another rare line, sans serif, in dainty Arial, italicized.

We are the ouroboros symbolically
taking tales into our cotton mouths.
We rattle; primordial bones stir.
We hiss; the limbic speaks.

One among us squiggles the couplets of Cleopatra’s asp.
Another’s masked in a villanelle à la fer-de-lance.
Yet another uncoils her mamba-tanka.
I, however, am a sonnet’s charming cobra.

I stare.
You are mesmerized.

~ Karla Linn Merrifield


An eight-time Pushcart-Prize nominee and National Park Artist-in-Residence, Karla Linn Merrifield has had some 500 poems appear in dozens of journals and anthologies. She has ten books to her credit, the newest of which are Lithic Scatter and Other Poems (Mercury Heartlink) and Attaining Canopy: Amazon Poems (FootHills Publishing). Forthcoming from Salmon Poetry is Athabaskan Fractal and Other Poems of the Far North.  She is assistant editor and poetry book reviewer for The Centrifugal Eye (www.centrifugaleye.com). Visit her blog, Vagabond Poet, at http://karlalinn.blogspot.com.

Timm and Karla maintain copyright on their poems.

Congratulations to both of the winners, and thanks to the judge. Although John is from Chicago, I never met him in San Miguel de Allende, GTO, Mexico, where we have both attended the San Miguel Poetry Week. His sense of humor makes him a popular open mic reader.

John Milkereit is a rotating equipment engineer working at an engineering contracting firm in Houston, TX. His poems have appeared in various literary journals such as Big River Poetry Review and San Pedro River Review. His chapbooks are Home & Away and Paying Admissions (Pudding House Press, 2010). He is currently enrolled in the second year of a low-residency M.F.A. program in Creative Writing at the Rainier Writing Workshop in Tacoma, WA.

© Wilda Morris



Wednesday, December 31, 2014

January 2015 Poetry Challenge



C. J. Laity, editor of CRAM invited poems on the subject of writing poetry for issue 11. Below are three poems from that journal, each with a different take on the subject. Marilyn Peretti objected to the sometimes arbitrary rules imposed by teachers of poetry and members of critique groups. Pamela Larson reacted to rejections that poets so often receive, expressing her thoughts in a villanelle. Michelle Brinckerhoff wrote with tongue in cheek about "the dangers of dating a poet."



Poetry Mistakes?

To the writer who says
we poets must not use that,
I say that it is perfectly acceptable,
for that which is written in my poems
is all that one could want.

And to the poetry counselor
who advises that we must not
repeat words, I write and write
to find a way to tell her that here
is the way one can do that,
here is the freedom plane of
line breaks and stanzas where
truth inevitably belies arbitrary rules.

The muse is a sprite, a mischief-
maker who jumps to conclusions and
leaps to tipsy ideas, leaving the novel
in the dust, plants prepositions at
line-ends, hones the skills of delicious art
never to return again, inspiring then
hiding, to escape the harsh tongue of
the anti-muse.

~ Marilyn Peretti


The Poet’s Hell
(Via Villanelle)

Thank you for sending us your poetry
These words I always receive when they write
a rejection, worded so politely.

Send us your poems, three or four, they plead.
I run to the box to mail them that night.
Thank you for sending us your poetry.

For months at a time I wait patiently
for letters that read, ‘It wasn’t quite right”—
a rejection, worded so politely.

But On I will go with persistency
emailing attachments through cyber flight.
Thank you for sending us your poetry.

Someday I will win, so says history,
but meanwhile I suffer the poet’s plight—
a rejection, worded so politely.

My duty: submit with consistency,
even though this just seems to invite
Thank you for sending us your poetry—
a rejection, worded so politely.

~ Pamela Larson


Dangers of Dating a Poet

One day it might end.
You realize you are not paranoid—
a writer does not recognize the profane.
Every fight or tender moment between you might now
be immortalized in a poem you have
not given your consent to.
You could be reading something by
your now ex-lover and realize she
is holding you up too closely to the light.
Your personality is a persona and you
are trapped on the page. There is no voice
of rebuttal (unless you are a poet yourself
and you don’t need this poem to know what
you signed on for in the beginning.)

But if your ex-lover once swore off poetry—
don’t believe her. She will always return to it.
It is in her blood.
A necessary exorcism to express
what she’s eaten. Intimate moments are
never declared too difficult to digest.

~ Michelle Brinckerhoff


Poets whose poems are published on this blog retain copyright on their work. Do not copy and distribute the poems without permission of the authorsl


NEW POETRY CHALLENGE
Write a poem about writing poetry or being a poet. Your poem can be free verse or formal. If you use a form, please specify what form you are using.

Submit only one poem. Poems published on the Internet are not eligible. Poems in print journals or books are eligible, if you hold the copyright and include publication data.  Submission of a poem gives permission for the poem to be published on this blog if it is a winner.

Please left-justify your poem and put your name at the bottom. Send a short bio with the poem so it can be posted if your poem wins. Submit your poem to wildamorris [at] ameritech [dot] net by January 15, 2015. Poems received after that date will not be considered.


CRAM has been replaced by a fine new publication, edited by C. J. Laity,  The Journal of Modern Poetry. You can read about this journal and how to submit your work at chicagopoetry.com.

Blog copyright by Wilda Morris


Friday, December 26, 2014

December Poetry Challenge Winners


The December Poetry Challenge was to write a poem about the passing of the old year and/or the arrival of the new year; a poem about the defining events of the year that is almost over; or a poem that express your hopes, dreams or plans for the coming year. It could be a prayer, an ode or a lament, in free or formal verse. The judge for this month was Barbara Eaton who, for the last ten years, has served as contest chair for Poets & Patrons of Chicago.

Third place was won by a sports-related poem:

The Big “O”

Her faithful participation in “Girls on the Run”
gave this fifth-grader the experience and steam
that the coach found valuable during tryouts
for a girls’ basketball team.

“Basketball is more than shooting the basket,” said the coach,
“but that’s a skill you can develop.”
Dribbling, passing, evading, eyes all around,
faking, and planning a move, too, are tops.

Way back in time, when grandma played basketball
in 7th and 8th grades, she too had some skills,
but only on half-court, per the stringent rules.
If players went over mid-line, the whistle was shrill.

On one end of the court, her job was to guard.
On the other, her job was to shoot.
Adept at guarding the forwards, she also
guarded the guards when on the other side. Ooops!

The Oakdale team became city-wide champs and she got her prized “O”, 
entered high school, but girls couldn’t play
because teams were only for boys who needed
what sports provided for their dossiers.

When Title IX became law,
girls got to play the school sports, but they were rarities.
It took quite a while for them to have gear, lockers, coaches
and time on the playing fields to approach parity.

Then in 2014 young Mo’ne Davis, who “threw like a girl”, had the gall
to earn a no-hitter in the national finals of Little League baseball.

~ Jeanne Gerritsen


Jeanne Gerritsen was a life-long resident of Michigan except when she traveled to Mexico, Canada, England, Zimbabwe, Ukraine, Moscow and Uzbekistan for many weeks at a time to study, teach, observe and photograph. She moved in 2012 to Chicago to be near her daughter and family when she retired--again. She is a relative new-comer to writing poetry, having written news articles, speeches, brochures, advertising, film, most of her adult life. She is a recipient of several professional awards.


The second place poem came at the prompt from a very different perspective:

Date Inconsequential: New Year

This calendar is blank. What does it mean?
The numbers lie below. They spell whatever.
I choose a square to designate the now. 
I want to name it number twenty-five.
The number matters not. What really counts
Is you and I together, and it’s now.
On April first a turkey salad means
Thanksgiving, conjuring up good things,
And June the twenty-first produces toys
From Santa.  And so who can tell?
The greatest joy of all may rise within
On January first or second when,
Through snow, we hear the other’s voice
And offer gift of listening heart to heart.
With you and me, the date’s not on a chart.

~ Julia Rice


Julia Rice admired the biography of Louis V. Clark III, spoken at a conference of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets.  He interspersed his story with his poems.  She thinks that might work for her, whose poems have appeared in WFOP Museletters and 2014 and 2015 Calendars, Songs of St. Francis, Echolocations:Poets Map Madison, Goose River Anthology 2013, Alive Now, Soundings Review, Stoneboat, and on the Internet in Wilda Morris’ Poetry Challenge. It might even be more interesting than the computer newsletter she edits: WAUCtalk.


The first place winner focused on the Winter Solstice. Here is the winning poem:



Winter Solstice

The herb garden has been cut back: rosemary, thyme,
sage, and oregano. All the strawberry plants huddle
beneath burlap cloth like coddled babies. The pear
tree still holds a few brown leaves.

My breath mists like steam from a whistling kettle
as I stand on the back porch in a winter coat. You
wander into the kitchen in your flip flops and call
out to me to join you.

I can smell the pungent scent of the upside down
bells of Ireland that hang from the kitchen ceiling.
Dried and blanched stalks hide their tiny flowers
in each beige calyx.

I begin to wipe one beaded windowpane clean
so you can see it, this new world outside, dusted
with snow.

~ Jenene Ravesloot


Jenene Ravesloot is a member of the Poets’ Club of Chicago, Poets and Patrons of Chicago, The Illinois State Poetry Society and Virtual Arts Collective. Her poetry has been published in many journals online and in print. Jenene Ravesloot has published three books of poetry and regularly runs writing workshops at Chicago venues.


Congratulations to the three winners. They retain copyright to their poems. Please do not reproduce them without permission.

Check this blog again on January 1 for a new poetry challenge.


© Wilda Morris




Monday, December 1, 2014

December 2014 Poetry Challenge

December has slipped in the door, a reminder that the year 2014 is coming to an end. One way to celebrate New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day is to write a poem. Ella Wheeler Wilcox, who died in 1919, was a popular poet in her day and for many years thereafter, but she was not a literary poet. Her New Year’s poem is not, in my judgment, great poetry. What do you think?

The Year

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?

The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.

We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.

We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.

We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

So maybe Wilcox it’s not a great poem. But it provides the December challenge. Was Wilcox right in suggesting that whatever can be said in New Year poems has already been said a thousand times? Can you think of something new to say? Or, if not, can you find a new and more creative way to saw it?

The December Challenge:
Write a poem about the passing of the old year and/or the arrival of the new year, a poem about the defining events of the year that is almost over. Or maybe your poem will express your hopes, dreams or plans for the coming year. It could be a prayer, an ode or a lament. You can use free or formal verse (if you use a form, please identify the form in your email).

Submit only one poem. The deadline is December 15. Poems submitted after the December 15 deadline will not be considered. There is no charge to enter, so there are no monetary rewards; however winners are published on this blog. Please don’t stray far from “family-friendly” language.

Copyright on each poem is retained by the poet.

Poems published in books or on the Internet (including Facebook and other on-line social networks) are not eligible. If your poem has been published in a print periodical, you may submit it if you retain copyright, but please include publication data.

How to Submit Your Poem:

Send one poem only to wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for “dot”) . Include a brief bio which can be printed with your poem, if you are a winner this month.

Submission of a poem gives permission for the poem to be posted on the blog if it is a winner, so be sure that you put your name (exactly as you would like it to appear if you do win) at the end of the poem. Poems may be pasted into an email or sent as an attachment. Please do not indent the poem or center it on the page. It helps if you submit the poem in the format used on the blog (Title and poem left-justified; title in bold (not all in capital letters); your name at the bottom of the poem). Also, please do not use spaces instead of commas in the middle of lines. I have no problem with poets using that technique; I sometimes do it myself. However I have difficulty getting the blog to accept and maintain extra spaces.

Poems shorter than 30 lines are generally preferred. Also, if lines are too long, they don’t fit in the blog format and have to be split, so you might be wise to use shorter lines.


© Wilda Morris