Poetry 99

The Chico News&Review caught my eye the other week when I noticed that they decided to follow up the ever-popular "Fiction 59" contest with one designed specifically for lyrical writers. Several friends made me quite proud this year when they entered their fiction and won third place as well as a few honorable mentions the first time they ever submitted material. I figure I can at least give it a shot. Of course, here I am painfully choosing only THREE of my poems(read:children) while the rest gaze wistfully at me as I press "send" only hours before the deadline. Having tracked Fiction 59 entries over many years, I have a pretty good idea of the quality and content required and appreciated for that particular milieu. Not so for the new game, so I suppose I'll just have to wait until the November 15th issue to see what kind of verse and meter make the cut. Here are the three I entered: #1 The Future is Quiet You speak of Europe, house projects, and San Francisco animated and hopefully. There is no echo to confirm these great ideas. Only muffled, muted sadness. #2 Transparent Everything I see at home is becoming transparent. Like living inside a memory that is the present. It seems I could pass my hand right through the coffee table and our conversation is as familiar as lines from an old movie. Why do I feel compelled to keep watching though I know exactly how it ends? #3 Let Love Fall Let love fall like tiny white petals of spring. Holy snow that won't melt. Cover the asphalt in a carpet fit for kings so commoners like us can tread barefoot on this living kindness.

Comments

Henrique August 21, 2013 @01:27 am
If not for your writing this topic could be very cooluvnted and oblique.