September 2009

FIRST PLACE:

 

Beyond

by Victoria Maynard

 

When I think of you

and I almost always do,

it is your smile I would recognize

out of a thousand other

ivory grins.

 

The shape of your lips,

curling up like sleeping kittens

so soft and warm.

Sometimes I think I feel them, feather light brush

across my own

and I smile too.

 

How many years ago

did you strand me in this

arid desert of life, take your

smile and go beyond my reach,

my sight,

my touch, to some unknown

space in the universe

that preachers call "A better place"

 

Does time exist where you are?

Can you feel, or are you only

a wispy cloud floating

between the stars.

Where is that smile,

like no other

I will ever know,

until my last breath is gone,

and I can search

the heavens for your soul.

 

 

HONORABLE MENTION:

 

Autumn Time

By Diane Belleville

 

It has arrived, a calendar event

fall of my youth from summer

hoarfrost hair blankets dried

apple cheeks no longer rosy

age spots multiply and I am

pumpkin pie sun freckled

I celebrate Day of the Dead to

embrace death as part of living

everything has its price

 

 

SPECIAL CONTEST WINNER LIMERICK:

 

Limerick

by Patricia Whiting

 

A comely young woman named Brigid

was commonly said to be frigid.

"Oh dear, it’s not so"

she said to her beau.

"It’s just that you haven’t been rigid."

 

SECOND PLACE:

 

Normal

by Blake Valin

 

No one suspects that I am not normal.

It's cool how well my insanity is

blanketed by nods, smiles, solid eye-

contact, so well controlled

to flummox the experts.

 

Behind stage the light are out,

I wander where wolves might live

in Effigy, saga of an Indian girl,

fourth wife of a Zionist.

 

What if he brought me a family of

wolves he shot and told me

to skin them, preserve them

for his bloodthirsty collection?

 

The moon would darken at my wail,

a death howl to send shivers up

the mountain, send the snows

crashing down upon us all.

 

I smile, nod to him, vision my

knife plunge into his irreverent heart.

On stage, you smile, nod back at me,

suspect that I believe you are normal.

 

HONORABLE MENTION:

 

Broken and Battered

by Cora Lee Palma

 

Here lies my body

broken - battered

racked with pain

excruciating

like constant

throbbing toothache

 

Mobile coffin

twisted - shattered

chunk of metal

crushed

as tin can

ready to recycle

 

Roses - carnations

arranged - tattered

in glass vases

fresh - fragrant

with ethereal scents

of my own funeral.