IBPC December 2017 Submissions

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IBPC December 2017 Submissions

Postby M » Fri Dec 01, 2017 12:17 pm

Many thanks to those who participated in making nominations for our IBPC submissions this month. We thank our nominees for allowing us the pleasure of having them represent WPF in the competition.

To our entrants, please look over the poems. The poems will be submitted on December 3rd, as they appear below. If the entrants have any edits or corrections to the poems, please send them to me at mjm@wildpoetryforum.com by the morning of December 3rd. If you come upon this notice late and you have edits, please send me any edits anyway. I will try to have the submission updated before it's sent to the judge.

As a reminder, if there are no or not enough IBPC nominations in any given month from the membership, we choose from the eligible poems (those poets who gave permission) from the prior month (If there are any). So, if your poem was not selected in any given month, please know that you still might have an opportunity for it to be submitted the following month. Also note that if there are no nominations/acceptances in any given month and no holdovers from the prior month, there will be no IBPC submissions sent from WPF that month.

Congratulations to our entrants and best of luck in the competition!

Love,
M

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December 2017 IBPC Submissions from Wild Poetry Forum


Poem # 1
Title: Abandoned Woman
Author: Midnight Moon


Trash strewn railroad yard, there she is,
sitting, grabbing crack-skinny knees

Near a brick wall blackened by
graffiti or soot
turning gold in the dusk

Dark hair curly, not grey,
probably under 40,

Already so rickety.
Eyes watch somebody more normal
with a dog

Such skinny eyes.
Where was this railroad woman last night?
So cold, last night.

Man scuffs along, tall and big
nobody looks. Skinny after being used for sex
then lying there limbs akimbo

It smells here
the dog carefully lifts its feet
Eagerly sniffing the ecstatic rails

Not getting close to the abandoned woman
with perfume stronger than God's, thinks the dog.

But still, better to keep away
just in case.

-END-

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Poem # 2
Title: Cancer
Author: Jim Doss


In your delirium you spoke,
the morphine drip supplying the muse.

Crows are standing in a field of white mud,
leaving hieroglyphs for the clouds to read.
No, they are standing above the mud,
they are flying without their wings.
They are fighting over the body
of some kind of animal
flattened by a tire, smashed by something
it couldn’t see coming, it’s sacrifice
enough to keep the murder going.


As you talked I bathed your grey body
with a sponge afraid your skin might come off
at my touch, felt the cold of your limbs against
the warmth my hand absorbed from the soapy water.
I washed around the ports in your abdomen
that drained the infections, the port in your chest
that took in the drugs that no longer worked,
felt the lumps like those small hills in Greece
where we spent our honeymoon overlooking the Aegean.

Yes it was blue, crystalline blue
like the topaz of your eyes,
the ring I gave you after our first child,
the coldness that overtakes me.
I am nothing now, nothing
but a thin vessel of air,
a soul with barely a body. When I drift off
into the wind toward that other place,
when I am no longer with you
I will send a message, an unexpected
message of love. You’ll keep wondering
is that my sign everywhere you look--
the green eyes of a cat, the hummingbird stilled
in mid-flight, the unknown boy who stops
you in the street and asks for a hug--
is that my sign as year after year goes by.

Hurry, the crows are hungry.


-END-

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Poem # 3
Title: The Crunch
Author: Don Shaeffer


It's alright.
Vestiges of
the old life
remain. I can still
shelter in them
and try to find
little nooks
to quiet my fears.
Even among the sharp edges,
don't worry. I will
steal time.

-END-

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