I submitted a handful of poems to a contest at the LOFT LITERARY CENTER (Minneapolis, MN) and was deleting the rejection emails this morning, when I almost deleted this one:
Congratulations! Your poem was selected as a honorable mention for the Loft's Spring Writing Contest, facilitated by Minnesota Premier Publications! We received 110 entries, and judge Jeff Shotts commented that "it was a pleasure to read these poems and consider them, and it's always hard to narrow down to three and then pick a final one." You should be proud to be one of the three finalists selected. Your name and the poem's title will be published with the winning entry in May publications of the The Journal, Southwest Journal, and Minnesota Good Age. The Loft is so fortunate to be connected to such a talented group of writers who want to show their work to the world. Thank you for being part of our community.
Best, The Loft Literary Center
Nice event on a snowbound day! Here is the poem:
A mild winter
It wasn’t a hard winter and for that,
we worried, so when the blizzard came and snow
sat down in the deck chairs, adding pillows to their
cold slats, we loved it.
We loved the inconvenience and cold necks and our shoulders
rose up to where they belonged, just below the ears.
We loved being snowed in and feeling timeless and safe
knowing that the neighbors and the town nearby
and the kids home from school all felt the same happiness.
How often do you know happiness?
The town plow came after two days.
It picked up my footprints
made when struggling to the road to see about the mail.
Scooped the v-shaped deer prints and enigmatic, disturbing
feathered battles written white on white.
Lifted all those short stories and piled them
on either side of the driveway where they melted
slowly into spring, found the river,
babbled frantically downhill, downhill.
My basement geraniums are straining to get out,
pressing leaves against the glass, hoping
to hear the departing tale,
paths and prints and battles, gone to sea.