Showing posts with label Shelly Blankman. Show all posts
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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.

 

 

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Saturday, December 28, 2019

December 2019 Winning Poems - Letters


Eugène Delacroix, The Song of Ophelia (Act IV, Scene V)
1834 (lithograph) National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC

There were a quite a few excellent poems this month. There are two winners. I addition, three poems earned honorable mention: “Dear Vincent,” by Mary Jo Balistreri, “Dear Gizmo,” by Shelly Blankman, and “Dear Poetry,” by Kali Lightfoot.

The first place poem gives a nod to William Shakespeare’s play, “Hamlet.”

The Love Letter Ophelia Wrote in Reply

“Doubt that the stars are fire…”
Beneath the stars the skater knelt
upon the ice before Your Majesty.
In the fold of your cloak, still I felt
the cold and how far the stars must be.
“Doubt that the sun doth move…”
Have you not read Copernicus
who masterly doth prove
the planets skate like those of us
who ‘round a monarch move?
“Doubt truth to be a liar…”
As soon as doubt my dream of you
as actor on a starry stage,
where you, bright hero, are most true,
though speaking lines upon a page.
“But never doubt I love…”
‘Trust an actor as your dreams,’
my father chides this loving daughter,
‘to learn what is from what it seems—‘
The sun melts ice; I drown in water

~ L.Shapley Bassen

“The Love Letter Ophelia Wrote in Reply” was first published by the  California State Poetry Quarterly.


Second place goes to a longer, unrhymed poem, which creates a very different mood. The poet’s particular use of repetition creates a kind of melancholy.

Dear Father Time

Is it summer again, is it hot again,
didn't Mr Schmidt just now, sit in his gazebo,
didn't he smile, weren't his hedges trimmed

didn't the rain flood his narrow gutters
didn't the summer end

wasn't his body birdlike,
wasn't it tanned

didn't his best friend waddle through the door too,
old and blind, didn't they just—

wasn't the back garden
harrowed and planted—

I remember how he turned dirt
in wobbly rows

weren't his seeds planted,
didn't his vines climb the south trellis—
I blink and sniffle back the salt
I have studied the vines planted close to his house

He is the gardener to his autumn crocus
the wind to his birdwing butterflies— (tightrope walkers
dodging cracks in the air, curators of white and red
licking sweet balls of liquid, one drop at a time)

I can't hear his voice
I cry, wetting the bare ground

I no longer care how loud the sound I make
why do I need to

when was he silenced, when did it first seem pointless—
(that what is held in the silences, silences
that what it sounds like can't change what it is—)

didn't the winter end,
wasn't the earth warm when he planted

didn't he plant the seeds,
wasn’t he necessary, wasn’t he a tiller of the earth—

the vines, spilling from their stems
were they harvested

where do his birdwings go

do I imagine their existence
on this day embalmed by the sun

~Donna Best)

Thank you to everyone who sent a poem this month. It was a pleasure to read them. Please watch for next month’s challenge and enter again.

Bios:
 
L. Shapley Bassen is a native New Yorker now in Rhode Island. Her collected poems were indie-published this year: What Suits a Nudist, by https://www.claresongbirdspub.com/featured-authors/l-shapley-bassen/ . She was First Place winner in the 2015 Austin Chronicle Short Story Contest for "Portrait of a Giant Squid" and now is s a poetry/fiction reviewer for The Rumpus, etc. and Fiction Editor at https://www.craftliterary.com/, a prizewinning, produced, published playwright: http://www.samuelfrench.com/author/1158/lois-shapley-bassen, and three-times indie-published author novel/story collections. You can check out her Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/ShapleyLoisBassen/?modal=admin_todo_tour and website at


Donna Best is an aspiring poetry creator who revels in the sounds words make especially when they cluster together. She has left her indulgence in poetry until almost too late and is trying to catch up now, writing poems in their patterns every day. A few of her pieces have been broadcast on radio, published in small literary magazines and revealed at spoken word events  Spoken word is a big influence on how she writes.