| You can search the Artella Web site or the Shoppes of Artella RIGHT HERE! |
ARTELLA'S POETRY GARDENS OF FAME! Click the links below to read the winning poems for December, 2005. Poetry Gardens of Fame Index |
Second Place
Third Place
Fourth Place
Stacey Balkun
| Stacey is a New Jersey resident currently attending Saint Joseph College in Connecticut. Her work has appeared in The Edison Literary Review, US 1 Worksheets, and Lucidity Journal. She has won awards from the New Jersey Poetry Society and the Poetry Zone, and was also honored as a Foyle Young Poet of the Year 2005 by the Poetry Society of the United Kingdom. Stacey is inspired by poets such as Nikki Giovanni and Sandra Cisneros, whom she had the pleasure of meeting at the 2004 Dodge Poetry Festival. As a young writer, Stacey hopes to graduate in 2009 and become a teacher, continuing to write creatively on the side. |
|
Contact In response to "New Day" by Mark Doty Could it be called a role, a reason that touch, so slow so deliberate a stroke simple on my skin; tracing the neck and veins and life, heartbeat so slow, so deliberate clipped fingernails sliding lower and prickling small hairs, a reminder that we keep each other breathing. |
Back to Index
Dawn Richerson
|
Confession
"For the experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet." ~ Walt Whitman I shrink from this daunting task and disappear into the blank page, mind ablaze with what might be said, feeble fingers fumbling to find some stroke of glory. A swirl of words swallows me and becomes but a muffled whisper in a storm. Who can hear the poet's voice in such a screaming age? I bite my tongue in protest. Still I bleed. I say nothing but know you will hear my confession, if not grant me absolution, sure as you will taste fresh blood dripping from the poet's lips onto crisp page of the present-day. Now you gather, waiting for a word from the interpreter of shared experience, I, who you have entrusted to sound the gong that marks our era's end. |
Back to Index
Danny Lewis
|
Monsters on Medication Are we beasts on medication, Prolonging what we all know will come? We have medication for every problem and we get everything we want. There's nothing we can't overcome I could happily accept the end. I could happily leave my nest. I know that only the fittest survive. I know i'm not at my best. If a virus wore me down, if that virus won. I could let my body rest, under the burning sun. If an animal stripped me to the bone, I would applaud that animal. Knowing that I'm not indestructible, would help me to move on. I know there were at one time, too many beasts to know, and some of these beasts Were changed to men That's what I heard anyway. How do I know That I was not once a beast like them? maybe that would excuse, some of the beastly things I have done. Maybe then I could rest in peace. Now that there are too many men, More than I want to know. What will become of all the beasts that were turned to men? Will they be turned back again? That will be a strange thing to see Man-beasts and beast-men Then again everywhere I look That seems to be the trend. |
Back to Index
Raven Kaliana
|
Golden
Morning sunlight suffuses February's dew Soaking down, Quietly Permeating the cold and sleeping layers Beneath pebbles, clay And last year's leaves |
Back to Index