Next Poetry Contest

Deadline March 15th, 2019


Local Poetry Contest Will Celebrate
National Poetry Month on Friday, April 5, 2019



The Literary Arts Guild of the Center for the Arts (CFA), Lake Sunapee Region, invites local-area poets and would-be poets of all ages to submit entries to its sixth annual contest in celebration of National Poetry Month. The theme for the contest will be, “The Courage to Create.” Deadline for submitting is March 15, 2019.  Judge to be announced.


THE FOREST


Molly VanVranken. New London NH
5th grade, Winner Elementary School


The forest
 is a mystical place

Where unicorns
And fairies fly

Where you are free
To imagine
And be at peace with the world.

The forest
Speaks to me through
It’s leaves and branches.

The forest
Protects me when it rains
It covers me so that
I’m not wet.


The forest
Is part of my
Soul and blood.

When I leave, the forest leaves.
When I go to school, the forest goes to school.


But at the end of the day
When I go to bed
The forest sleeps right next to me.

 



 


 

COMMUNION WITH NATURE
FOREST WALK


Clare McIntyre, Grantham NH 
7th Grade, Winner Middle School


 
As I walk through the forest I am one with nature,

One with the birdsong that may sound chaotic, but if you listen closely you will find,

That it is a symphony of voices that fill the woods with meaning,

And as I walk through the many trees they talk to me, as I am one with them,

Telling me of the freezing winters where the frost crept over their bark,

And of the summers where the sun shone through their leaves,                                      

and cast a green light upon the ground,

The suns rays dance that are one with me, leaping off the water,  


and the mica in the rocks, 

                                                                                                           

then they twirl in the air and fill the sky with light,


the sky calls to the adventurous kind,

                                                                                 

those who will stop at nothing to learn nature’s secrets,

The sky calls out to me as I walk through the forest.

 


 

PETRICHOR


Rhett Watts, Auburn, MA
First Place, Adult Category
 

Can there be ambition in the time of lilies

full on summer and me wanting

nothing more than to survey the yard?

 

Not inclined to be productive--

a hollow, mechanical word.

Off the clock, I slip into some burrow

 

and banked there, track a hummingbird,

tiny warrior. Emerald armor gleaming,

he attacks belled hosta blooms hung

 

from green towers. Scent of water on earth

and the back of my knees moist, I sit

in tree-time like the hemlock whose limbs

reach to stretch or praise. Lapsed,

 

my life is hidden as the stump cloaked

in weedy blankets on the property line.

 Ears fill with cicada rhythms--

 

droning Zen masters. I would flow like rain

 through the downspout hugging the house,

opening out where ground meets the grackle

who croaks his throaty name.

 



 

HOW TO LOVE THE EARTH


Jonathan Blake, West Brookfield MA
Second Place, Adult Category
 

Lie down with your shadow,

That long darkness that stretches

Across the yellow-gold of the newly

Mown hayfield. Breathe deep of that

Odor. Be patient and still. 

Wait for the birds who will

Descend like a great dark cloud, who

Will cover you with their warmth,

Who will pick your house clean.

 


JANUS TRIPTYCH


Henry Walters, Dublin NH,

Third Place Adult Category

I

New Year's Eve, & who else quitting the city

homeward & dipped in darkness with me-

(each other' s counterfeits, but each alone)­

saw in their mirrors all at once the mink

over the concrete median spill like an eel

into our red brakelight & down the road

after us a beat or two till it juked,

black ripple across the rearview pool,

& hid itself, no explanation, like before?

 

II.
 

New Year ' s Day, late, no one else on the road

beside me, no one flooring it to  or from-

(those counterfeit directions, one & the same)­

saw into the headlights sudden & live

as wound or expletive the black eel-shape

over the waist-high median pour itself

as if a tiny weir in time gave way

& let, without explaining, all the beating

lifeblood out to fill the pools downstream.

 

III.

 

Once in a year, whatever the date or road,

road or river it wanders with & hugs-

(a milder night when frogs start up again

& rain reminds the tar of its first hot stink)­

then to spring your shadow into the living light,

dipped in your eel-black fur, across the grain

of men & action, no one' s counterfeit,

so low to the ground the ground in its sleek pelt

clings & cambers to you, turns where you turn.

 

If you are interested in learning more about

The Center for the Arts Literary Arts Guild,

Poetry and Writing Events and Contests,

please contact us at 

 joantdoran22@gmail.com

September 17 @ 7:00 pm - 8:30 pm

Visual Verse Poetry Reading and Photography

with The John Hay Poetry Society


Visual Verse Poetry Reading and Photography

with The John Hay Poetry Society

Newbury Vets Hall  (across from the Newbury Library)

September 17 @ 7:00 pm - 8:30 pm

Join The John Hay Poetry Society for a special reading of poetry inspired by Lake Sunapee, created for the volume Visual Verse, a book of poetry and photography published by the Literary Arts Guild of the Center for the Arts, Lake Sunapee Region and Lake Sunapee Protective Association. Copies of the book will be available after the reading.

This event is a presentation of the Literary Arts Guild of the Center for the Arts, Lake Sunapee Region.

  Literary Arts - Contests and Events

November 2nd

 "The Courage to Create!"

​at the Newbury Town Hall Meeting Room

5:00

2018 Winning Poems

April 2018


A Communion with Nature