It’s been a privilege and delight for Wilderness Interface Zone to host a spectacular flourish of spring poetry during this year’s Spring Poetry Runoff.  In the kick-off post, I called for a show of green language, of creative élan and prospect-opening words.  I asked for poetry that contained the recombinant stuff of fertile, world-making expression that gets into others’ consciousness and gives rise to new thoughts or that perhaps resurrects a memory.  This year’s Spring Poetry Runoff Contest entries did all that and more.  Among the poets’ overall accomplishments is the intertwining of song and dance that erupted on WIZ in response to the call for spring verse—a sight that not only was worth seeing but also that was my deep pleasure to join.  It was a good crowd to work with and reminds me of a recent experience watching violet-green swallows mixing it up over beaver ponds. Not only do the birds snatch up insects, each bird for itself, but obviously, they’re flying together and enjoying it, tumbling above and below each other, every bird forming its flight off its comrades’, wheeling, barrel rolling, one bird drawing up short of collision to let another flyer pass under then swooping out of its hover into a long, twinkling glide that weaves right back into a living fabric of free-flight.

I found choosing a winner agonizing.  I feel I can’t award enough people enough prizes.  Sean Watson’s cheering section—vast as the sea and, apparently, nearly as relentless—delivered his poem “Provo” to Winner’s Circle for the Most Popular Poem Award.  Well done, Sean—you played the game with a strong hand.  Congratulations!

Now for the Admin Award.  The high level of skill and pastoral prowess that many of the poems displayed impressed me deeply and will affect me for a long time to come.  There were so many head-turners that I have cognitive whiplash.  But I did choose, and here’s the outcome:

1st Place: A tie between Judith Curtis for “Conversion” and Jonathon Penny for “Sprung Rhythm (A Pagan Hymn).”

Honorable Mention: David Passey, for his poem “March Morning, New York City.”

These are more prizes than I counted on awarding, but I couldn’t decide whether I liked Judith’s “Conversion” better or Jonathon’s “Sprung Rhythm (A Pagan Hymn),” so I didn’t decide.  And David’s poem wouldn’t let go of me.  So I stretched as far as I could.

Judith’s “Conversion” accurately and effectually recalls the experience many of us have had (including me) of “converting” to a place—taking root in a new home—as well as portrays compellingly that piquant condition of mind that comprises conversion, when head and heart release their hold on the expected and familiar and open to the unimagined, reconfiguring, and seemingly repugnant unknown.  I find her image of surrender at the end of the poem especially moving, invoking, as it does, classical-brand surrender of and to love.  Love’s surrender is passionate business, and Judith does a stunning job of recreating in words the depths of that passion.  Congratulations, Judith, and thanks for bringing us this poem.

I liked both of Jonathon’s poems, “Thorns and Thistles and Briars (An Easter Poem)” and “Sprung Rhythm (A Pagan Hymn)” very much.  I chose “Sprung Rhythm” to share 1st Place with Judith’s poem because every time I read “Sprung Rhythm,” I find it great fun.  Jonathon mixes the formalistic control of the sonnet delightfully with the occasional letting-down-of-the-schematic hair to give the reading mind a wild and satisfying ride.  The poem is as tightly packed with images and energies of spring as a Jack-in-theBox is locked down inside its container on its compressed coils.  At the poem’s end, instead of Jack’s springing out in startling fashion, we get the release of a softened and lyrical couplet that ties the poem off neatly.  “Sprung Rhythm’s” musical composition is especially intriguing.  All lines in each quatrain rhyme or near-rhyme, with all three quatrains carrying the long “i” sound through ‘til the couplet, when the poet introduces a new rhyme scheme, almost sigh-like in effect.  Very classical, requiring of skill and an ear tuned to the musical possibilities of the English language.  Impressive, Jonathon—I look forward to seeing where you go from here.

David Passey’s “March Morning, New York City” is a finely tuned, imagistic poem displaying a different side of the city—charming, elegant, marked with gems of natural beauty, where turns of light really are just as native as they are in the open vistas of the West.  That’s one of the aspects of this poem that I really like: It opens my mind, allowing me to place rites of spring familiar to me from where I live in rural Utah—“sparrows / flickering and dancing so quick”—within the unfamiliar cityscape of New York City.  The poem’s music is quite good, too: “… a scaffolding of glad candles,” “Today a bustling bright parade.”  The poem’s last stanza turns my mind a different direction every time I read it.  Thanks so much, David, for adding “March Morning, New York City” to the Spring Poetry Runoff.

Sean, Judith, and Jonathon will each receive her or his choice of Mark Bennion’s Psalm and Selah: A Poetic Journey Through the Book of Mormon (Bentley Enterprises 2009) or Kimberly Johnson’s A Metaphorical God (Persea, 2008) or Philip White’s The Clearing (Texas Tech University Press 2007).  David will receive a $10 Amazon gift certificate.

Many other poems in the Runoff deserve high praise and acknowledgement.  I hope in the future to be able to offer a collection of Runoff poems to all participants.  Thanks so much, everyone—readers and writers, both.  This was an especially enjoyable and inspiring Spring Runoff, and I’m deeply grateful for everyone’s participation.  Good fun, all, and such beautiful language all around.  What a great vernal bash.

Now, Dear WIZ Readers and Poets Participating in the Contest, it’s time to have a little more fun and play at being poetry judges for the next six days–part of the informal nature of this contest.  But rather than limit each judge (that’s you) to just one vote, we’re asking each voter to choose her or his 3 favorite poems of the 25 contest-eligible entries.   The poll opens today and runs until 10:00 p.m. (Utah time) Saturday, May 14.

While readers and participants choose the winner(s) of the Spring Poetry Runoff Contest Popular Vote Award, WIZ admin will be choosing the winner of the Spring Poetry Runoff Admin Award.   Winners of both awards will be announced in a post on or shortly after Monday, May 16 and will receive their choices of Mark Bennion’s Psalm and Selah: A Poetic Journey Through The Book Of Mormon (Bentley Enterprises 2009), A Metaphorical God: Poems (Persea 2008) by Kimberly Johnson, or The Clearing (Texas Tech University Press 2007) by Philip White.

Rules for voting:

1.  Each voter should select his or her 3 favorite poems of the 25 eligible.
2.  Each voter can vote only one time–no multiple-vote-ballot-box-stuffing shenanigans, please.
3.  Voters are encouraged to read every poem before voting.  Click here to read all of the eligible poems. Please note: Because there are 25 poems total, you’ll need to click on “Previous Entries” twice in order to read them all. The full text of longer poems won’t display on the list pages, so right clicking and opening each poem in a new tab or window is a good approach.
4.  Participating poets and WIZ readers may encourage friends and family members to read and vote.
5.  All participating poets are encouraged to vote whether their poems were published in the contest category or in the non-contest category.

Instructions for voting:

Click on the small square box next to the name of the poem that you wish to choose.  A green or black check mark will appear in that box.  If you accidentally check mark the wrong box or change your mind, simply click on the box again and the check mark will disappear.  After you have check-marked your 3 favorite poems (you will see 3 check marks on the page), click on the “Vote” box at the bottom of the page.   Clicking on that box will end your voting session, so be sure you’ve finished voting before you click “Vote.”  To see the tally of votes so far, click “View Results.”

Note: There is a poll embedded within this post, please visit the site to participate in this post's poll.

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Gabriel Aresti Jr. is the pen name of Ángel Chaparro Sainz.  Ángel was born in Barakaldo, Basque Country, northeastern Spain around 1976. Currently, he is a professor of English at the University of the Basque Country where he has been teaching literature, poetry and history as well. Some of his short stories have been published in Deia newspaper and some other anthologies after being winners of contest such as Villa de Gordexola, Ciudad de Eibar or Ortzadar–all of them in the Basque Country.

Gabriel’s poem “Nospringland” won WIZ’s 2010 Spring Poetry Runoff Admin Award.  To see more of Gabriel’s poetry published previously on WIZ, go here, here, here, here, and here.

*non-contest submission*

This season is a halfway house, an opening of blinds,
A rooster season, and a rood awakening of mind
To worlds in worlds in worlds of many valuable kinds:
Heuristical; chockfull of long lost treasures, novel finds.

Spring is a billion billion small explosions of new life:
If winter’s an old maid, then Spring’s a baby-bellied wife;
A wild and rabbit romp; a Bacchic toast to fecund strife;
A bee-loud, humdrummed glade and swelling hill with blossoms rife;

A gentle, warm upturning of the cockles and the soil
That heralds love, and plain, soul-saving toil.

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To read Jonathon’s bio and more of his poetry published on WIZ, go here, here, here, here, here, and here.

*contest entry*

The host of sparrows in the barren aralia vines
catches fire again, flickering and dancing so quick,
like a scaffolding of glad candles.

The forsythia hedge at the Mansion gate–
yesterday a row of tattered sticks,
today a bustling brass parade.

And we, the grey coated regular strangers
befriended by this old street,
drink the new light with our eyes and faces,

partaking maybe in the very beginning of time
when the sun first made the world
a thing that could be filled with joy.

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David Passey works as a lawyer in New York City.  He won the BYU Studies 2009 Annual Poetry Contest.

*contest entry*

An earth in step with brimming clouds above
Renews a onetime halted suitor’s dance,
Accepting rain’s entreating poet’s love,
Penned once again in arcing rainbow’s glance.

Cold voices from this blanket world rise up
To sing away with birds where snows still cling,
And stirred to drink new season’s refilled cup,
our slumbering earth steps thawing into spring.

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Nathan Meidell is a blissfully wedded, stay-at-home father and student who enjoys escaping into the literature of his childhood, as well as trying to create some of his own.  You can read sporadically updated thoughts on art and writing from his blog, Palabras Ardientes.  You can read more of his poetry published at WIZ here.

*contest entry*

Rocky hills
blush green from
unexpected rain

Shy poppies
bloom
in spite of themselves.

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To read Judith’s bio and more of her poetry on WIZ go here, here, and here.

*contest entry*

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Barry was born and still lives and works in Kingston upon Hull England. He has been reading and writing poetry for as long as he can remember.  His favourite poet is Walt Whitman. He encourages anyone who is interested in poetry to read and re-read Leaves of Grass–the greatest book ever written.

*contest entry*

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To read Carla’s bio and more of her poetry go here, here, here, and here.

*contest entry*

II
What is the time?
It is now.  And the place?
The place is here.
How does now look?
It looks like here.

III
Time will take away the thrill
of dazzled air, but hope
continues along my spine
to meet the weight of earth
rising from my feet.

IV
There is no language for now;
silence will have to do.
There is no movement for now;
stillness will have to do.

V
All now is enclosed in this:
at the edge of one breath,
a petal trembles
against my wrist
and the thrush call holds
the center of one note.

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To see Sandra’s bio and read more of her work published on WIZ go here, here, here, and here.

*contest entry*