Welcome to Zingara Poet’s first ever poetry contest.
Crazyhorse Issue 88, Fall 2015
Here’s how it works.
Write a haiku, senryu, or a Ginsberg sentence in the comments section below between 8:00 AM Friday, January 22nd and 8:00 AM Sunday, January 24 and I will select one (or maybe two) winner(s) from those submitted sometime Sunday afternoon and announce it here. The winner(s) with receive, via USPS, a free copy of the latest issue of Crazyhorse Literary Journal featuring works from their 2015 contest. (This will require disclosure of a mailing address, which can be sent to me via email at zingarapoet@gmail.com).
As a reminder, haiku is a short poem that contains three phrases with a 5-7-5 metrical count. Traditionally, haiku capture images of the natural world and is the result of careful observation. A really good haiku conveys emotion through juxtaposition of ideas and a “cutting word.” Here’s an example from Basho:
On a withered branch
A crow has alighted:
Nightfall in autumn.
A Senryu utilizes the same structure as haiku, but focuses on human nature and psychology. Sometimes written as satire, senryu may use humor, but this is not a requirement.
The Ginsberg sentence is one that contains seventeen syllables. No line breaks, no particular subject or focus. Just seventeen syllables. That’s it.
Please share widely, and LET’S HAVE SOME FUN!!
*One comment/poem per person, please.
Poems only, please. Links and promotional comments will not be approved.
Zingara Poetry Review 
Ronda Miller D2 President Kansas Authors Club http://www.meadowlark-books.com/2015/05/moonstain-poetry-by-ronda-miller.html?m=1 http://www.kansaspoets.com/ks_poets/miller_ronda.htm
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No sentence here – just links.
Dance of the Dragonflies
Ochre forms contort,
locked in violence. She dives
streamward for dear life.
fifteen panes of glass
divide the passing street scene
into small chapters
The new horse whickers,
pulls back his curtain of grass:
sees and knows with teeth.
Loving or lethal?
Slaughtered remains suggest both,
but that’s neither, right?
Roe stuffed fish cakes
Saki toast Happy New Year!
Desire grandchildren
These days, when it rains, tiny fish swim the streets, the lawn our lilypad.
earth-shattering screams
the boy must express himself
i wait to reply
I cry out to God
Maybe I need to change that
and weep crying in
I cry out to God
Maybe I need to change that
and weep crying in
orange yellow black
butterfly hovers on pond
widening circles
writing a haiku
is like stuffing the whole world
into a small box
The beautiful rose
Appeared magnificently
Among stinking weeds
Purple mountain fog
reminds me forgetfulness
is a cool shower
Turkey vulture floats above
The littered highway
Waste management
They told me shyness was weakness, but I found my voice and learned to speak.
Amber waves ripple
Yellow wheat in Kansas seas
Oceans of spun gold.
snow swallows the house
blackbirds crowd the window ledge
looking in at us
Wind, dove, and poet
speak the gift invisible.
We hear, so to see.