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Thursday, October 28, 2021

October 2021 Poetry Challenge Winner: Books

Photo by Wilda Morris

Award-winning Minnesota poet LeRoy Sorenson judged the October poetry challenge, focused on “books.” There were a number of excellent poems. Some poets talked about books in general; others zeroed in on one book that influenced lives. Here is the winning poem:

 

PS 3558 .E85 B76 1988

Nine years your book has rested
on its narrow wedge of metal shelf,
negligible in dimensions, unread,
seemingly untouched, since one
of our quite methodical librarians
pasted in its bar code, Dewey Decimal
number, the blank Due Date slip
stamped for the first time this day,
this morning, when I cracked it open
and the words of poems exploded worlds
of geese and redwings, a snake,
jack-in-the-pulpit, milkweed
and billions of grassblades. Pages
blossomed for the first time before
my eyes breathing me alive in time.

~ Karla Linn Merrifield

 

This poem was originally published in To Honor a Teacher, Andrew McMeel Publishing, 1999 (editor Jeff Spoden; reprinted in Redactions: Poetry and Poetics, October 2020).

 

The judge says, “This poem crackles with energy and the excitement awaiting the reader when he/she opens its pages. The poem is concise and filled with enough detail to propel the poem to its end and the book's powerful effect on the reader.”

 

Congratulations to Karla Linn Merrifield for winning another Poetry Challenge. You can see her previous winning poems at http://wildamorris.blogspot.com/2019/08/august-2019-poetry-challenge-winners.html (on the theme of return) and http://wildamorris.blogspot.com/2017/05/may-2017-poetry-challenge-winners.html (on the theme of immigrants/immigration).

 

Honorable mentions went to Shelly Blankman for “The Bad Penny,” and to Mark A. Fisher for “summer reading.”

Congratulations to Karla, Shelly and Mark, and a big thank you to LeRoy.

Check back on November 1 for a new Poetry Challenge.

 

Bios:

Shelly Blankman lives in Columbia, Maryland, where her husband and she have filled their empty nest with three rescue cats and a moppy mutt. Their sons, Richard and Joshua, flew the coop some years ago -- one to New York and the other to Texas.  Following careers in journalism, public relations, and copy editing, she now spends time writing poetry, scrapbooking, making cards, and of cours, refereeing animals.  Shelly's poetry has appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, Poetry Super Highway, and Blue Heron Review, among other publications. As a surprise, Richard and Joshua published her first book of poetry, Pumpkinhead.

 

Mark A. Fisher is a writer, poet, and playwright living in Tehachapi, CA.  His poetry has appeared in: Silver Blade, Penumbra, Young Ravens Literary Review, and many other places.  His poem “there are fossils” (originally published in Silver Blade) came in second in the 2020 Dwarf Stars Speculative Poetry Competition. 

 

Karla Linn Merrifield has had 900+ poems appear in dozens of journals and anthologies. She has 14 books to her credit. Following her 2018 Psyche’s Scroll (Poetry Box Select) is the full-length book Athabaskan Fractal: Poems of the Far North from Cirque Press. She is currently at work on a poetry collection, My Body the Guitar, inspired by famous guitarists and their guitars; the book is slated to be published in December 2021 by Before Your Quiet Eyes Publications Holograph Series (Rochester, NY). Web site: https://www.karlalinnmerrifield.org/; blog at https://karlalinnmerrifeld.wordpress.com/; Tweet @LinnMerrifiel; Instagram:  https://www.facebook.com/karlalinn.merrifield.

LeRoy N. Sorenson is the author of two poetry collections: Forty Miles North of Nowhere and Railman’s Son.  He won The Tishman Review 2019 Edna St. Vincent Millay Prize for Poetry. His work has appeared or will appear in The American Journal of Poetry, the Atlanta Review, The Cider Press Review, Crab Orchard Review, Comstock Review, Nimrod, The Sow’s Ear Poetry Review, and other journals. He lives in St. Paul, MN.

 

 

© Wilda Morris


 

 

 

 

Friday, November 29, 2019

November Challenge Winners: Gifts

Inukshuk, Tide Line
Photo by Karla Linn Merrifield


The gifts mentioned in the poems this month were as varied as those in the example poems posted on November 1. There are four winning poems. In addition, there are two honorable mentions this month: Tyson West of the state of Washington for “Two Doves for Dorothy” and Prithvijeet Sinha of Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India for “Noel’s Big Day.”

There is a lot of word play in Karla Linn Merrifield’s poem as she tells us what she wants for Christmas:

The Properties of Rock

This holiday season
I am hoping to acquire
the properties of rock.

I could really use
a stocking, maybe two,
full of porosity.

If Santa Claus can only deliver
something so-not-Vogue,
this year I’ll dress up
as a creature of interstices.

I wish to celebrate your simple gift
of permeability, long to weep
right through my own soft stone.

And what I want for Christmas, honey,
is chemistry. I want to be the limestone
worked on by water for eons.

And, should you throw in
three or four more books
on Great Basin paleogeology,
I’ll be perfectly calcareous.
I’ll be the propertied rock of love.

~ Karla Linn Merrifield


Bob McAfee, who wrote the next poem, must have had his tongue in his cheek. He plays with malapropisms (another kind of word-play), while maintaining the arch of the narrative in his poem.


The Gift
               
For your birthday I’m learning to pop lead balloons
with a sugar toothpick when all you asked for
was a flaunt-proof copy of your poetic license.
My lips are sealed in your own self-interest.

All you requested was a flak jacket to wear
navigating your tone-drone when violating enemy
airspace in the no-lie zone but I gave you a ball gown
with a princess crown and angel wings.

The year you asked for a basketball and
a Buck Rogers decoder ring with a twisty dial
I gave you my words in a chapbook as you
fought in court the suspension of all disbelief.

Remember the time I gave you the choice:
me or what’s behind Door Number Three –
you answered with a Mona Lisa simile,
pretty as a picture, mighty like a rose.

This is the year when I give you the world, 
a contribution to the reliquary  
where you keep your vestiges,
O Madonna of False Preconception,

as you wave to the homeboys singing hosannas
behind your back, leading the twilight scramble
down Saint Mark’s Square, crossing the Bridge of Size
to your sell in the palace of the Doge.

We sit on a bench near the statue of Charlemagne
in front of Notre Dame, you feeding pigeons
to an allez-chat before we cross the love bridge
(Pont Des Arts) where you handcuff a homeless man

to the railing in a display of eternal affectation. 
Early in the mourning of summer poultice we circle
the rocks at Stonehenge until the light strikes exactly
at thirty-seven degrees refraction and reaching

into my pocket, I disgorge a small box containing
a gift that will last forever, something small and shiny,
something round and golden that you wear on a finger;
you guessed it: a Buck Rogers decoder ring.

~ Bob McAfee


Judith Tullis reminds us how many gifts we take for granted by focusing on an every-day gift.

A Special Gift

Daybreak is a special gift,
a time to discard the tired tropes
of yesterday along with midnight’s
wanton dreams. I can float, unmoored
by past mistakes, misgivings, misfortunes,
free to absorb the buttery warmth of sunrise.

I revel in a blank page of quiet before
the layering of sounds begins – whispers
of cottonwood leaves, imperative call
of a cardinal at the feeder, rumble
of a school bus or a spouse’s murmur
when reaching warm arms to share
the magic of his awakening.

Until the last dredges of sleep have departed,
we lie content in the other’s presence,
a familiar habit that never disappoints,
the condition in which each day is
celebrated because neither of us knows
when our morning will forget to come.

~ Judith Tullis


Elaine Sorrentino’s Mother

There is an old Chinese folk tale where every good thing that happens turns out bad, and the seeming disasters turn out to benefit the characters in the story. Something like that happens in Elaine Sorrentino’s poem:

The Gift of Water

No choirs sang, no trumpets blared
no fanfare announced its arrival,

it was neither wrapped nor ribboned
boxed nor bowed,

no one hid it mischievously behind their back
or told her to close her eyes for a big surprise.

Her gift arrived, first as drips from the ceiling,
then as a waterfall, cascading down archways and walls,

this gift of water that soaked life as she knew it,
blessedly destroying her two-story living space,

precipitating a move to more appropriate quarters
for an 86-year-old with bad knees and a failing memory.

She may not realize it,
but Christmas arrived early this year for my mother.

~ Elaine Sorrentino


The Water-Damaged Home
Photo supplied by Elaine Sorrentino

The poems above are the property of their authors. Please do not copy without permission.


BIOS:

Bob McAfee is a retired software consultant who lives with his wife near Boston. For several years he made an hour train commute to and from Boston and developed the habit of  writing in that fixed time. He continues to try to write two hours every day. He has recently published two books of verse and a book of limericks and nonsense rhymes. A fourth book is simmering on the burner, due out in early 2020. His style is eclectic, but his goal is producing poems with both fierceness and a reluctant sense of optimism. 

Karla Linn Merrifield, a nine-time Pushcart-Prize nominee and National Park Artist-in-Residence, has had 700+ poems appear in dozens of journals and anthologies. She has 14 books to her credit. Following her 2018 Psyche’s Scroll (Poetry Box Select) is the newly released full-length book Athabaskan Fractal: Poems of the Far North from Cirque Press. Her Godwit: Poems of Canada (FootHills Publishing) received the Eiseman Award for Poetry. She is a frequent contributor to The Songs of Eretz Poetry Review, and assistant editor and poetry book reviewer emerita for The Centrifugal Eye.

Elaine Sorrentino is Communications Director at South Shore Conservatory in Hingham, MA, where she creates promotional and first-person content for press and for a blog called SSC Musings. Facilitator of the Duxbury Poetry Circle, she has been published in Minerva Rising, Willawaw Journal, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, The Writers' Magazine, The Writers Newsletter, Haiku Universe, and Failed Haiku.

Judith Tullis is the former Vice President and current Treasurer of the Illinois State Poetry Society and the current Secretary of the Poets and Patrons of Chicago. She lives in a small house with a large garden where poetry often happens.


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