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Poetry Month April 2022

JCPL’s blackout poetry competition!

Categories: Ages 10-14 | Ages 15-19 | Ages 20+ | Most Artistic

Due to only receiving a few entries, we had our independent panel of judges choose the top poem submitted in the Ages 20+ category. Patrons that submitted more than 1 poem had one poem chosen to move forward to judging.

Gatherings: Ages 20+

Quality Time
Refresh Regularly
Go Light

Sweet
Feel Free
Make Tea

Whisper: Ages 20+

Whispering
what is worse
no idea
imagine the risk
of being discovered
she was bound
to nothing.

Even her parents
would
whispered,
“Again”

A line had been crossed.
Another broken.
She felt everything was wrong.
Then the words filled her dreams.

Run away.

Pillars: Ages 20+

GROW;
DEVELOP.
SET GOALS.

AIM to REWARD PLANS.
RECOGNIZE THE HIGH ACHIEVING… AMONG
OTHER METRICS.

INVEST IN COMPETENCY.
CONTRIBUTE TO STRENGTH.

CONSISTENTLY RANK NO.1!

(This poet provided the transcription for the typed version)

Summer: Ages 20+

“We found each other six months ago.
She’s the one.
a knockout.”

A looker, all right.

this was the minute we connected,
at camp she was my first kiss.

Hold Tight: Ages 20+

Sitting on my bed holding the card
reading the words again
I picture
her kitchen and all of the stories
I’m wanting
to hold her
to wrap myself in her … but
there’s only
memories – memories that are
starting to fade and become fuzzy no matter how
hard I try to hold on to them

I’m in the dark: Ages 20+

I BREATHE THROUGH my nose. In, out. In.
My life, waking and sleeping.
Nightmares, not just featuring the feelings – terror and helplessness,
which I suspect is what I am really afraid of.

Sudden fits of terror in the shower,
at breakfast,
on the way here.
I am the only one who feels this way;
I can tell.

I’m

Breathing in music: Artistic

(Full Poem)(Colored in poem)(Poem in boxed areas)

I told him
that I’d catch up
hang out,
I need
to become friends,
the accent
in his eyes,
in the northeast
in the far west
Or maybe my accent
I would have told him
I hope to see him,
to join
I didn’t mean to avoid him
to hang out.
Show me.
Together when we walked in.
There was music
you.
I told him that…

I need the accent
in his eyes…

Or maybe…
my accent told him.

I…
Him…
I didn’t mean to avoid him.

Together we walked in
there was music.

I’d catch up
hang out
to become friends.

In the northeast
In the far west

I would have hope.
to see.
to join.
to hang out…

Show me…
you.
(This poet provided the transcription for the typed version)

We had 6 poems submitted to the Ages 20+ category, and 1 submission for Most Artistic. Thank you to everyone who participated. For privacy purposes all submissions on this page are shown as anonymous.

Extra Submissions and Poems that were used to advertise the event.