May 2020 - Winning Poems about Aging

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I’m happy that the winning poems in the May Poetry Challenge did not focus on aging in quarantine. We all need a few smiles!

Thank you to Bruce Dethfleson for judging the May contest. He selected “Breakfast at Midnight,” as first place, declaring it “delightful work, lyrical, with wonderful concrete images.”

Breakfast at Midnight

We are hungry after we kissed

all night in our driveway, and later

at an IHOP, the host splits our order

—two large pancakes & eggs—

places them in black styrofoam boxes.

We eat our midnight snack in the car

still running because we had to jump

the battery; it completely discharged

because we left the tailgate open

to let the cool honeysuckle breeze in

and hear the swish of pines where

spring’s first fireflies flashed together

with the cool gauzy light of stars—

green scintillations sparking the haze

of a hot mayapple moon.

I lean across the console, whisper

something holy, then caress her

face. We kiss. That salt-sweet savor

—bacon & maple syrupping our lips—

lingers

           even after fifty years.

~ John C. Mannone

This poem was first published in Poetry South (2017).

The second place poem, “Applause,” is “just a good, fun poem that skillfully captures a pleasant memory,” according to the judge.

Applause

I told some women

in my exercise class

that it was my birthday.

They spread the word

and soon everyone was singing

“Happy birthday to you”.

Then someone,  

not being shy,

asked how old I was.

Without speaking

I stood there,

holding up ten fingers.

Then, ten more. 

Friends began counting

out loud:

thirty,

forty,

fifty.

Others joined in:

sixty,

seventy.  

After they shouted “eighty”

I waved my hands to stop them.

The applause that followed

made me grin.

~ Deetje J. Wildes

The third place poem, according to Dethlefsen, is “original and smart.”  He also commended the poet for the twist at the end.

The Cardinal's Mirror

As I climbed my steps

I saw a puff of red feathers

on the porch,

surrounded by swarming ants

feasting on the once-living cardinal carcass,

once a pretty bird.

now reduced to insect food. 

I reflected. Probable cause of the bird's demise?

He must have seen himself,

mirrored in our door's storm glass,

seen himself as a sleek, crested rival

flying toward him.

Enraged, he flew against it in attack. He lost.

I sighed. I understood.

When I approach that wicked glass,

an older, heavy woman often

steps out toward me.

She holds my purse and packages

in her arms.

I admit I've considered attacking her.

Now, seeing the bird's result,

my aggression dims. I'll

make peace with the crone.

After all, she has to clean the porch.

~ Joan Leotta

This poem was first Published in the anthology Poeming Pigeons, Spring 2015.

Poets whose work is published in this blog own copyright on their own poems.

Bios:

Bruce Dethlefsen served as poet laureate of Wisconsin for 2011-2012. He is the author of five poetry collections and is a popular workshop leader. Two of his poems have been featured on Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac. Bruce is also a musician, and has played with several bands. He sings and plays both bass and percussion. You can read more about him and find out how to order his books at https://www.brucedethlefsen.com/.

Joan Leotta is an aging writer and story performer who now lives in North Carolina. She had taken measures to keep birds from bumping into the door--and don’t worry, the actual inspiration for “The Cardinal’s Window” flew away, a bit dazed but ok. You can download a mini-chapbook of her poems at

https://www.origamipoems.com/files/Books%20/2016/Joan_Leotta_-_Dancing_Under_The_Moon_2016R.pdf.

John C. Mannone has poems accepted in North Dakota Quarterly, the 2020 Antarctic Poetry Exhibition, Foreign Literary Review, Le Menteur, Blue Fifth Review, Poetry South, Baltimore Review, and others. He won the Impressions of Appalachia Creative Arts Contest in poetry (2020) and the Carol Oen Memorial Fiction Prize (2020). He was awarded a Jean Ritchie Fellowship (2017) in Appalachian literature and served as celebrity judge for the National Federation of State Poetry Societies (2018). His latest collection, Flux Lines: The Intersection of Science, Love, and Poetry, is forthcoming from Linnet’s Wings Press (2020). He edits poetry for Abyss & Apex and other journals. A retired physics professor, John lives near Knoxville, Tennessee. http://jcmannone.wordpress.com.

In addition to writing poetry, Deetje J. Wildes enjoys making music and experimenting with visual arts. She is an enthusiastic member of Western Wisconsin Christian Writers Guild, and a regular contributor to Faith Walk magazine (Eau Claire, Wisconsin  Leader — Telegram).

© Wilda Morris

April 2013 Poetry Challenge - Crows

"If men had wings and bore black feathers, few of them would be clever enough to be crows." This was the view of Henry Ward Beecher, a prominent speaker, social reformer and preacher of the last half of the 1800s. Recent scientific study has verified Beecher’s underlying point—that crows are quite intelligent.

Crows also tend to be noisy, which has won them the disapproval of many people.

Around 1999, West Nile Virus decimated the population of crows in the United States. I’m happy that the crows, as a species, have recovered and are back in our yards and fields, ready to provide a poetry prompt. Here are two examples of crow poems:

Crow Ink

Crows know.

They take their black,

raucous selves,

fire up that attitude

and never look back

at their abandoned nest

high in the pines.

I wonder, sometimes,

if our lives might be no more

than the art of crows

written, for a while

on the sky

then, in an instant,

erased by the wind…

~ Sharon Auberle, Crow Ink (Little Eagle Press, 2009), page 11 (© 2009 Sharon Auberle).

In this poem, the crow is not an omen of good or ill. Rather the poet wonders about the aptness of the crow’s life as a metaphor for our human lives. She seems to be asking if we humans are worth more or make more of a dent on the world than the crow whose “art” is “written” on the sky, but soon erased

You can learn about Sharon Auberle at her website, http://sharonauberle.blogspot.com. For information on how to purchase a copy of Crow Ink, see http://lileaglecrowink.blogspot.com/.

At the beginning of the following poem, the poet doesn’t seem to have anything to wonder about regarding crows. He knows all he needs to know.

Crows Mate for Death

I know all about them

they’re brilliant and greasy things

you can see it in their stare

and the way they stick together

they have fingers on the ends of their wings

but they hide them when they fly

I think they have teeth

they live forever

have you ever seen a dead one?

some of the smaller ones dress up

like blue jays and robins from time to time

I’ve seen the extra feathers scattered here and there

they can speak English

I heard one once in third grade

his name was jojo

a group of crows is called a murder

it’s no mistake

you could look it up it’s true

they’re responsible for pearl harbor hiroshima

the assassination of archduke ferdinand

the failure of savings and loans

and the poisoning of our school kids with whole language

they accept donations from foreign investors

they do unspeakable things to the publicly dead

and they wait

there are so many of them

they can afford to wait

they watch me from the roadside

they know I’m not going anywhere

not really

you gotta believe me         they know all about me

crows are made for death

~ Bruce Dethlefsen

From Bruce Dethlefsen, Unexpected Shiny Things (Cowfeather Press, 2011), page 64 (© 2011 Bruce Dethlefsen).

Dethlefsen riff’s off the ways crows are sometimes used in the folklore as an omen that something bad is about to occur, as well as the common association of crows with death. This becomes, in my reading, a metaphor for the human tendency of humans to scapegoat. Dethlefsen takes suspicion of crows to an extreme. By doing this, he turns a critical light on human suspicions of the “out group” without having to be preachy.

There is an interesting turn in the poem, which begins with the narrator knowing all about crows, and ending with the crows knowing all about the narrator.

The common phrase, “mate for life,” seems to apply to most crows, unless they are unsuccessful in breeding, or one of the pair dies.  The title, however, says, “Crows Mate for Death.” That fits with the view of crows in the poem, and set up an interesting wordplay with the last line, “crows are made for death.”

Burde Dethlefsen was the 2011-2012 Poet Laureate of Wisconsin. You can learn more about him and his poetry at http://brucedethlefsen.com/. You can order Unexpected Shiny Things at http://cowfeatherpress.org/books.html.

Here are some links to poems about crows on the Internet:

*Robert Frost, “Dust of Snow” - http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173526

*Cornelius Eady, “Crows in a Strong Wind” from Victims of the Latest Dance Craze - http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177990

*Ted Hughes, several poems from his book of mythic poems, Crow: From the Life and Songs of the Crow - http://www.thebeckoning.com/poetry/hughes/hughes2.html

* John Ciardi, “About Crows,” http://spirituallythinking.blogspot.com/2011/10/about-crows-by-john-ciardi.html

*Joni Mitchell, “Black Crow” (song lyrics) - http://www.poemhunter.com/song/black-crow/

M. J. Iuppa has a chapbook entitled, “As the Crow Flys.”( http://www.mjiuppa.com/books.html)

with crows as its central image. Recommended by Karla Linn Merrifield.

April Poetry Challenge

 

April is National Poetry Month - a good month to try your had at the poetry challenge. Whether you do that or not, I encourage you to read a lot of poetry this month, and share some poems you like with others. If you don't write a crow poem, write one about whatever you want to write about (just for yourself, not to submit to this poetry challenge). Writing poetry can be therapeutic and liberating.

Read about, think about, or best of all, go outdoors and spend time with crows. Write a poem in which crows play an important row. They may just be themselves, crows in the natural world. Or they may be may be metaphors.

Your poem can be free verse or formal. If formal, please specify the form. Please submit only one poem during any particular month.

The deadline is midnight Central Standard Time is April 15. Poems submitted after the April 15 deadline will not be considered.

Due to formatting difficulties, I prefer that poems be left justified and not have indentations or spaces in the middle of lines.

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 periodical, you may submit it if you retain copyright, but please include publication data.

How to Submit Your Poem:

Send your poem to wildamorris[at]ameritech[dot]net (substitute the @ sign for “at” and a . for [dot]. Be sure provide your e-mail address. When you submit your poem, add a note indicating where you took poetic license with the facts of your life. The poem should be in first person, as if it actually happened to the speaker in the poem. 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.


© 2013 Wilda Morris