2015 Rengay Contest Results (with Judge's Comments)

Rengay (Judge:  Garry Gay)


First Place

Weighing In

Michael Dylan Welch, Summamish, WA

Sonja Arntzen, Canada


summer trip—

no scale

on the island map                    Michael


      scaling the hill

      he skins his knee                Sonja


scales of justice--                    

my uncle's brass rubbing

framed in his office                   Michael


snake scales

transparent on my palm...

the discard                                Sonja


     my son practicing

    a minor scale                        Michael


in the scale model

of our new home

his infinite care                        Sonja


 What makes this a very wonderful rengay for me is the playful way the poets used the word “scale.” Its very clever, original and a very clear theme. Each verse can stand alone and yet connects to the over all poem linking perfectly to the theme. Its nicely done.




Second Place

 

Lost

 

Stephanie Baker, San Francisco, CA

Sherry Barto, Daily City, CA

Chuck Brickley, Daly City, CA

 

lost in an eddy-wind

the drone

without its queen                                 Stephanie

 

sharpening his sword

masterless samurai                              Sherry

 

empty park

the pit bull wags what’s left

of his tail                                             Chuck

 

street corner encampment

a stirring of cardboard boxes              Stephanie

 

“Hit the road Jack”

cut off as the driver

rolls up his window                            Sherry

 

fog drifting

the old shrine here somewhere           Chuck

 

 You can feel the loss of each verse, the “lost” effect ripples throughout the over all poem. It shows you the many ways things are lost or misplaced or even an empty feeling like the “masterless samurai” or the encampment of cardboard boxes.
The poem is intricate in that it does not tell you what is “lost” just that something is missing. This poem is a fun read, and I kept coming back to it over and over.




Third Place

 

A Shared Umbrella

 

David Terelinck, Australia

Beverley George, Australia

 

this sleight-of-hand

known only to magicians

and timezones                                  David

 

     a phone call transports you

     to the armchair next to mine       Beverley

 

here or there

in every photo

our elbows linked                            David

 

     a shared umbrella

     our fingers tracing lines

     on the same map                         Beverley

 

charting a friendship

that’s never lost its way                   David

 

     each day a book,

     a cup, a pen you gave me

     cradled in my hand                     Beverley

 This rengay captures the feeling of a friendship over a lifetime. Can a rengay travel this far over time when often they are more like haiku in the here and now? This one does, and it brings a lot of feelings with it. While the individual verses work well, it’s the overall feeling of the poem or its theme that ties it together for me.



Honorable Mention  (not ranked)

 

No Escape

 

Julie Warther, Dover, OH

Angela Terry, Lake Forest Park, WA

 

late autumn

a hornet’s nest

in the cemetery tree                      Julie

 

no escape route

highlighted                                   Angela

 

tuesday afternoon

a fly’s thwap thwap

against the window                      Julie

 

leaf bonfire—

a moth stops by

to investigate                                Angela

 

cutting off asters—

a black chrysalis                           Julie

 

milkweed pods…

a monarch misses

the fall migration                          Angela

 

 

 

Underbelly

 

Beverley George, Australia

David Terelinck, Australia

 

pink underbelly

of a huntsman spider

on the fly-screen door                      Beverley

 

     she lies to mum

     about her facebook friend          David

 

a retreating tide

dumps one spike-heeled shoe

on sloping sand                                Beverley

 

     day after day

all the teenagers who

look like her…                             David

 

a flock of noisy miners

drive off a wattlebird                             Beverley 

 

the silences

… where once

we’d mention her name               David

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