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CONTENTS
DECEMBER JUDGES
Catherine Escarras
Martha Capo
Craig Tigerman
Betty Ann Whitney
WELCOME
Syed Tareq Ali
Betty Dobson
Monique Nicole Fox
Marc Graziadei
Rebecca Lu Kiernan
Erin Tara Lynch
Nirmala Pillai
Prasenjit Maiti
Eric L. Sanders
Tony Smith
LETTERS |
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FROM: Allyson Noyes - . . . I want to mention I especially appreciated the way Sol Mag handled the contests for the October edition, addressing the tragedy of Sept. 11th, while keeping the focus on the positive -- a difficult thing to manage, and yet you all did such a fine job. Looking forward to reading more wonderful poetry on Sol...*Smiles* Allyson |
VOTING OPEN ONLY TO MEMBERS OF SOL MAGAZINE'S WRITING FAMILY WHO JOINED US BEFORE THE LAST DAY OF DECEMBER, 2001. CLICK HERE to see the Editors' List of Favorite Poems of 2001, and to vote on your favorites. NOTE: Our 2002 Poet Laureate may be chosen from among the poets listed here. |
FIRST PLACE - Winner of a box of chocolates.
Quietness WithinJUDGES' COMMENTS: Simply written in direct language that implies much more than its words. Reveals an understanding of how peace could be. On topic, well-said.May this quietness within turn without
To find its way to others.
And may this peace we share
Bring such a blessing,
It bears more sisters and brothers.Craig Soderquist, Universal City, TX
Humanity Has No BoundsJUDGES' COMMENTS: Like a hymn.Guidance leads the way
Wholesome souls provide grace
Their hearts full of hope and peace
Samaritans promoting a good cause
A definite asset to the human raceKeith Burkholder, West Seneca, NY
Joyful songJUDGES' COMMENTS: An intricate flow describing a living community.Sing a joyful song
with sweetness and light.
Chant to the highest rafters
keeping melodic peace
with all gathered tonight.Eileen Sateriale, Bowie, MD
Let It Begin HereJUDGES' COMMENTS: Strong and powerful prayer and meaningful verse.Raise in me love to drive out grudges,
Humility to drive out pride,
Compassion to drive out prejudice,
And as peace advances,
Let me be on its side.Katherine Swarts, Houston, TX
A FireJUDGES' COMMENTS: Directs attention perceptively -- metaphorically. Simple, yet far-reaching. The fire can be seen burning in the open, simple, loving, affectionate. A refrain .Let the fire burn in warmth
never anger or pain
a campfire, a hope
in love's warm refrain.James M. Thompson, Baytown, TX
FIRST PLACE - Winner of a box of chocolate.
Wireless CommunicationJUDGES' COMMENTS: Touching, thought-provoking interpretation of true love. Different twist, but so very important and true. Pertinent to current times. Nice metaphorical image in the last line.Although separated by distant miles
Each night aboard the US battleship
A son still hears his mother’s smilesLois Lay Castiglioni Galveston, TX
HONORABLE MENTION
Eros Arrow ErrorJUDGES' COMMENTS: Martial rhythm due to the stressed syllables, as though LOVE was battling to keep alive. Nice sense of humor, well rhymed.Give a chest a solid blow
Help restore a healthy glow
Cupid, stung by his own bowBetty Dobson, Halifax, NS, Canada
HONORABLE MENTION
Diamond RingJUDGES' COMMENTS: The use of nasalization entailing the notion of "metal" for the ring is well chosen. Good rhyme. Nice twist in the last line; the reader expects to be told of a new love only to discover the writer tells of a tried and true love. Strong rhythms make this little gem dance.For the rest of our lives, love will sing
whenever I look at this shiny thing:
twenty-year-old engagement ring.Eileen Sateriale, Bowie, MD, USA
Slow DanceJUDGES' COMMENTS: A note of mellowness, with the sense of love. Good poem, good rhythm, establishes a relationship between what is seen and what is not. Nice word choice!Their love began by purest chance
A feathered whisper and a glance
Kept aloft on a long, slow danceBetty Dobson, Halifax, NS, Canada
Fiftieth AnniversaryJUDGES' COMMENTS: On topic, good use of simile. Nice comparison between the history of the relationship and the rings of an old oak tree.Although we've disagreed on minor things
Each year love stretches our heartstrings
Like the sturdy oak adds ringsKay Lay Earnest. Smyrna, GA
Mind, Body, SoulJUDGES' COMMENTS: Excellent sentiment, nicely stated.The right relationship can ignite the soul and mind
Must love each other deeper than just bodies entwined
Give whole-heartedly each and every time.Shelia M. Goss, Mesquite, TX
Silver AnniversaryJUDGES' COMMENTS: Gentle and sweet song of love.My heart chants deep within my wrist
Always as you wish my lips insist
Ever since the first time that we kissedMaryann Hazen-Stearns, Ellenville, NY
Dancing LoversJUDGES' COMMENTS: Portrait of new love, nicely expressed.Two hearts flutter like a happy tune.
Dancing by the light of the moon.
The evening ends all too soon.Eileen Sateriale, Bowie, MD, USA
Distant WordJUDGES' COMMENTS: A feeling of "memory," then the magic of a pen brings love again, much as a match lights a fire. Good rhymes and rhythm. Perceptive look at love. Communicates clearly and effectively. Revisiting old feelings can rekindle the flame.Distant love brings feelings blurred,
So pen in hand write memory's word,
And find rekindled passions stirred.Craig Soderquist, Universal City, TX
Not Passion But CompassionJUDGES' COMMENTS: The poet points the way through a somewhat complex kind of subject matter. Wisdom captured in verse and rhyme.Beware of measuring love by mere emotion:
Pain is the end of reckless heart commotion,
But true love grows from conscious, strong devotion.Katherine Swarts, Houston, TX, USA
UNDER MY TREE
FIRST PLACE - Winner of a $20.00 book gift certificate.
Mom's To-Do ListJUDGES COMMENTS: The alternation of gift, and person receiving the gift, plus the repetition of the ending "ion", makes this form like a nursery rhyme, and in this poem, somehow magical. Scrumptious food. Attractive humor. A real good piece of cake. The one-word-at-a-time technique interestingly eliminates the need for complete sentences. Delightful list of kitchen goodies with a humorous ending.Brown sugar pralines
Roy's employee valuation
Liquorice pastels
Grandson Trevor's anticipation
Banana nut cake
Son Bobby's expectation
Date-nut candy
Daughter Stephanie's appreciation
Table scraps
Dear dog Andy's rewardSJ Baldock, Lancaster TX
SECOND PLACE - Winner of a $15.00 book gift certificate.
Christmas Knit-For-GiftsJUDGES' COMMENTS: Sweet flowing rhythm and rhyme leads the reader through this warm list of winter-wear. Full of colors. Good balance. The use of spoken words, such as "wows," gives it a sense of welcome familiarity. The numbering of items is like minute details in a fairy world. Well deserving. well crafted, delightfully expressed.Red woolen mittens under Christmas tree boughs
for Heather and Rachel whose snowmen get "wow's!"
Two green hats with thick yellow stripes
for Richard and Bruce who are not mitten-types.
A cashmere scarf of heavenly blue
for Grandma whose eyes shine the very same hue.
Three pair of socks either gray-toed or white
for Grandpa to keep his cold feet warm at night.
One very large sweater and one very small
for dear husband, Michael and Chiwowy-Dog, Paul.Maryann Hazen-Stearns, Ellenville, NY
THIRD PLACE - Winner of a $10.00 book gift certificate.
A Different YearJUDGES' COMMENTS: Almost blurred items, felted atmosphere. Good Lexicological use to render atmosphere. Home seems to be finally reached, wherever it may be. A present to anyone, like brush strokes of a painting, each line adds something to what one sees, but it is not until near the end that one knows the whole picture.Painted wood scraps and bits of string
put together for someone we don't know
whispered prayers and a half shed tear
cast to the wind and their distant campfires
a flag, a photo, a dab of perfume
carried close, wherever he marches
a folded card, a few words -- perhaps verse
left in a flickering candlelit fire station door
a jacket, a blanket, a bit of food
dropped by the alleyway, not that far from homeJames M. Thompson, Baytown, TX
HONORABLE MENTION
From the HeartJUDGES' COMMENTS: places the reader in the story for the unwrapping. Purposeful gift list honors those who have given something meaningful in return.Warm home-baked bread
For my mother who kept us so happily fed
Charcoal-drawn plaque
For my father who always kept us in the black
New hand-knit shirt
For my brother who held me whenever life hurt
Clay candy dish
For a sister as sweet as I ever could wish
Embroidered shawl
For grandmother whose strong support covered us all.Katherine Swarts, Houston, TX, USA
Spreading Cheer=============Woven wreath in autumnal hues
For daughter's new front door
Baked custard dusted with nutmeg
For neighbor with new dentures
Fuzzy flannel nightgown
For aunt, residing in a nursing home
Red and white knit cap
For premature infant spending holidays in ICU
Framed collage of sun bleached seashells
For friend, a reminder of our shore-side visitsLois Lay Castiglioni Galveston, TX
Gifts from the Heart=============Collection of family recipes
For granddaughters to preserve tastes of past generations
Marinated fruited Friendship Cake
For postman bringing the world to our doorstep
Pot of bright red geraniums
For bedridden neighbor to brighten her room
Snapshot album covered with patchwork scraps
For son from snaggle-toothed grin to graduation
Shadow box of miniature souvenirs
For brother to revive memories of our travelsKay Lay Earnest, Smyrna, GA
Handmade Holidays=============Blankets pieced together from discounted fabric
For the kids of "Project Linus"
Corn flake candy whose aroma fills the kitchen
For the tempting of Holiday guests
Little gift baskets assembled one by one
For all of our friends from work
Typing-paper cards covered with crayon
For our favorite teacher at school
A big bowl of popcorn to throw in the snow
For the birds to share in the seasonEric L. Sanders, Atlanta, IL
Knitting up a StormCable stitched V-necked sweaters
for elderly gentlemen to wear on a cold day.
Multi-colored custom-made afghans
covering ladies' laps as they read by the TV.
Bright woolen mittens with thumbs
for little ones who lost them last year.
Popcorn stitched scarves to adorn the necks
of the fashion minded teenaged girls on my list.
Striped hats in colors of local sports teams
for football, hockey and basketball fans.Eileen Sateriale, Bowie, MD, USA
DECEMBER'S HIDDEN CONTEST: ONE BLACK ROSE
FIRST PLACE
Love's Last ImprintJUDGES' COMMENTS: Composed on a pattern of rhyme, the poem is strengthened by an overall dramatic effect. This reminder of Romeo and Juliet in a world that seems to have lost the valor of love is very moving. The vocabulary, though modern, has a scent of old verse and is attractive too. Good poetic statement connecting us with Shakespeare.Relic of once, upon a time--
One black rose, left behind
Testimony to a love that thrived,
Yet in life could not survive.
A melancholy epithet,
To the bittersweet lives
of Romeo and Juliet.Lynne Remick, Nesconset, NY
SECOND PLACE
UnopenedJUDGES' COMMENTS: Mystical and captivating, excellent use of metaphor. A feeling of softness though of sadness is brought about by the description of the atmosphere. Everything happens quietly, sadly. The fragrance is almost smelt, the rose turned to black as if by magic. Well written poem.Her lips never kissed, rose soft petals
tumbled one by one into night
the moonless dark, a silent fall, motionless gaze--
No one remembers when she left
she came apart so quietly, wilted black
tumbled one by one into night
a wind's final whisper, a fragrance, one black rose.James M. Thompson, Baytown, TX
HONORABLE MENTION
Last WishJUDGES' COMMENTS: A sense of mystery revealed through an apparently hard-lived life. Chilling and black! Powerful ending; penultimate line tells us all we need to know about the giver in few words. Almost no extra words to dull the impact. Excellent writing.There
below
in the street,
bound tightly to
my car antenna
with ribbon the color
of blood, in a bow; a gift
from my ex-husband. He wishes -
despite an Order of Protection,
for my demise, with a single black rose.Maryann Hazen-Stearns, Ellenville, NY
The Baker's DozenJUDGES' COMMENTS: Full of deep-felt sensitivity and mystery. Striking visual details suggest one thing and turn out to be something else. Vigorous and colorful imagery. The repetition of sounds enhances the image of decapitation and also gives an almost physical heft to the 'thorns' at the end. Good job.A singular black beauty
Boxed with a dozen
Decapitated stems
He signs the card
"For my rose
Among the thorns"SJ Baldock, Lancaster TX
UnicornJUDGES' COMMENTS: A whole host of associations accompany the word "unicorn"; these associations complement the stated topic neatly. The mythological unicorn brings a feeling of magic counterbalanced by a very modern word, "horticulturists." Deftly written. Last line ties the body of the poem to the title.What could be more impossible
than handing me
a black rose.
Horticulturists deny it
yet here it lies
denying me.
What grief has been crafted
in this petal'd void
refusing love.
This unicorn has a very real thorn.Ron Blanton, Alpharetta, GA, USA
Black RoseJUDGES' COMMENTS: The presence of BLACK is revealed by its absence, appealing to the reader, who sees black roses in all roses. Cleverly done.Among roses, colorfully void of black
Liken any other yet immortally fragrant
Significantly mutant in empathy
Brings with its presence, sincerity
Consolation, for lives lost to the
darkened shadows of human ill tidingLouie Levy, Thousand Oaks, CA
He Loves MeJUDGES' COMMENTS: Strong visual portrayal. Unusual transposition of rose for daisy in the chant, "he loves me, he loves me not," which lightens the weight of a shroud, represented by the black rose. Weird sense of magic, like some Arsene Lupin leaving a rose. The mystery remains, and makes this a good poem to ponder upon.He was gone in the morning,
but on my pillow he
placed a single black rose,
its petals just beginning to unfurl.
What secrets lie within this fragrant shroud?
With each petal I pluck, the truth is unveiled:
he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me...Terrie Leigh Relf, San Diego, CA
The GiftJUDGES' COMMENTS: Good use of colors. Like a Pandora box, the rose flows out with all its pending sorrows. Captures feelings in word-pictures, well-written. Lots of alliteration makes this piece really move along. Clear imagery, reminiscent of something Christina Rossetti might have produced. The first line succinctly hooks us into reading further to see if the writer has truly been forgiven.Forgiven, I thought,
caressing the silky surfaced bound box.
Clasp unfast, I raised the lid. Thoughts imprisoned
there flew at me, loud, loud as moths flying to a flame. Blue
wind from their wings frosted my eyes, sending a chill from
my head to my toes.
The heart knows what the head denies.
On a deep velvet cushion the color of blood, lay a
floral announcement: a single
black rose.John E. Rice, Houston, TX
Harbinger of WinterJUDGES' COMMENTS: Like an old sign or a prophecy, the word "harbinger" gains full strength allied to the idea of death, represented by the black rose. "Death," combined with the idea of winter which is usually followed by spring, leaves some hope of life to come. Through simple words and deft writing, the poet achieves a hidden meaning.One black rose,
dark, slender and tall.
Black rose,
symbol of death
or lifelessness.
One gift, black rose
harbinger of
a long, bleak
winter.Eileen Sateriale, Bowie, MD
Dark EmotionsJUDGES' COMMENTS: A Spanish melody in black and red. Well set. The oxymoron, "Liquid fire," is a lovely use of synesthesia. (Synesthesia: The association of an image perceived by one sense, with an image perceived by another.) A remembrance of the past.Deep within his heart coursed the blood of his ancestors
liquid fires raging unchecked, unfettered, blazing
with burning desires to conquer, to be conquistors.
Dark eyes smolder lock to dark eyes
then to his corazon, his heart, his senorita,
he passes the epitome of the Spaniard's true love
the rarest of nature's gifts, one black roseJeannette L. Strother, Mansfield, TX
What Is This?JUDGES' COMMENTS: A poem of questions that creates a tangible interaction with the reader. The continuous balance (among that which seems to be love, that which seems to be hate, and constant questioning) makes this a poignant poem. Poetic in rhythm and rhyme, good use of the topic.The rose should stand for passion,
The black should make one cry.
Why put the two together?
Is this your last goodbye?
I’ve never understood you,
Yet still I’ve loved you how?
I felt you loved yet hated;
Are these your feelings now?Katherine Swarts, Houston, TX
ApoplexySome nights
I feel the need to get in the car
and drive all the way from now
until sunrise, but tonight I’m walking.Not a sound
but shoes shuffling
in dead leaves. I walk
because you no longer could.
I walk because sometimes fear paralyzes
and I can almost feel how you must have felt--
the body goes, the mind stays,
the body stays, the mind goes.
I don't know which is worse.The landscape holds nothing
but shadows. Dark as grief,
night layers me and I can't stop
walking, remembering--
the road simply ends.
In a fine powdery mist
as if ashes or dove's down,
February snow falls. Over and over
one foot plants in front of the other, inhale, exhale--.
the sky splinters amber. I look back
at the prints left. How appropriate,
your leaving at sunrise.Now studying the horizon, a pale paradigm,
smoke splits the cold, strict air.
In its scent
you return
and the part of me
that is afraid
breathes in the good smell of aged oak.Knowing it's not death that's hard,
it's the long dying,
I ease myself back from sadness.Judith Schiele, Brandon, MS
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