Due to an influx of submissions, we are only accepting up to 3 poems per poet at this time. Thank you for your interest!
Please send a poem you have written to firstname.lastname@example.org before midnight on Thursday, April 29th, and we will select a winner and runner’s up (and publish your poems) to be announced here and on our FB page on Saturday, May 1st.
A two-family house stands alone, Abandoned, with broken windows In its urban Upstate setting. Today, we call it a tough neighborhood.
Once a jaunty yellow with fancy trim, Faded now. The wooden porch askew, The doorway dark and nailed shut. White window trim pealed and dulling. No other house on the lonely block Shares the same once vibrant color.
I wonder how long it’s been since the house Saw bad boys throwing crab apples, or Girls hanging fresh laundry out in the sun. Caught the fragrance of Thanksgiving wafting its halls. Heard children’s laughter or a baby’s cry. The clink of milk bottles delivered on the step. Dad’s radio blaring the glories of DiMaggio, Or the stuttering joy from lovers late at night.
Its time has passed, forever, but perhaps somewhere An old gal wakes up from a nap in the solarium With a smile on her weathered face, remembering The yellow house She lived in as a kid.
step into a hazy afternoon memory, trail walking a tenuous dirt path at the lake. no need for a map. your mind remembers the way. your heart still does not care that there is no apparent beginning and no definite end. underneath the trees seasons are layered in patterns. explore until you recognize one that belongs to you. find your childhood. get blackberry scratches. trace cobweb patterns. braid grasses and pine needles. seek wisdom from turtles on logs. crease a wintergreen leaf. hide a perfect pebble in your left hand. follow a tree root. watch sunlight dancing with the water. listen to whispery wind songs. escort an ant into the dark earth. allow your tears to water the velveteen moss. and then reach up from the surface to the sky. the lake is a mirror. which is reflection and which is reality?
Is your light less beautiful Revealed to me through blankets of fog Your song turned lonely and sad Your eyes in distant lands Staring at dreams only you can see If I had the means I swear I’d blow away This haze that keeps us apart But I’m only a man (Which is really just a word for a boy Who is better at acting brave) And you are my favorite enigma Reflecting a light beyond my understanding Still, your pale beams illuminate my shuttered heart From worlds away I hear you whisper what you barely believe yourself If only you knew how your own heart glows So I whisper back your words in the night And through the clouds we bid each other to open our eyes My beautiful one, Arise