Lustgarten Poetry Contest   First Prize Poem
 
Poem submitted by Stacey Lawrence of South Orange, New Jersey
 
Diagnosis
That first night
we sleep side by side
on a soft grey couch
television on
background noise
to distract us
 
Sweating, I wake
midway through a
dark night
to static and panic
I press bare knees
to my chest then
 
tiptoe to the kitchen
methodically
grab a bottle
uncork and sniff
search for a glass
and pour, hands shaking
 
dry floral hues tickle
my throat as I lean
on the cluttered counter
and try to ignore
that he suffers
in the next room
 
Aimless. I saunter
barefoot on linoleum
reading recipe cards
I yank open
 a drawer and stack
 pens in piles
 
alphabetize
the spice rack
Anise, Basil, Cloves
I scrub a burnt pot
until my fingers are raw
and take another gulp
 
The rooms are
hazy and quiet
But for a fizzle of
late night talking heads
saying nothing
I hang on anyway
 
to every useless word
 
                                                  Stacey Lawrence
 
 
 
 
 
 
Second Prize Winning Poem       
Poetry Contest to Benefit the Lustgarten Foundation

Poem submitted by Joanne Pilgrim of East Hampton

 

Refugee

Field of blue lights,
Cirrus, nimbus,
anvil and dark
 
A minefield map of maybes,
goodbyes
 
The jet climbs nose up
in arrogant assumption
 
while the public walking towards borders
become traffic
jammed into corners
jammed onto muddy fields
jammed
 
and in the frame of the railway bed
crossing the camp
two lie on jagged gravel
pulling the corners
of wool blankets together
so no more wind
no more
can get in
 
and in the center of thin tents
on stony ground
an open flap
frames two kissing,
their static electricity
left to touch
 
Their faces together they scale
the sheer tips of each stone’s pointed
edge on hips
on knees on necks on feet on
each footprint
and fragment of dreams
they try together to  trap
 
And as the bundles are gathered,
backs unbent,
 we warn,
don't risk your hope
under wires, jackboots, guns,
you will lose what you have
 
but the hum grows,
and the barbed wire, tangled,
catches the sun
 
The guards shift
from foot to booted foot,
their weapon hands tighten
 
and maybe one young man
in the forward push
hears the crack,
sees the tear gas bloom
 
and the children,
eyes stinging,
are anointed
 
Spent shells
in a row like sculpture,
a line of  stenographic words
in a tongue we cannot hear
 
We wake up in a time zone far away,
We send doctors and boxes and trucks
Some of us go to help because
it is not something we can’t
 
It can’t we can’t it can’t be
but all we can do is pass out
shirts and oranges
 
while others try to protect
the commonplace
saying
the carriers of the inconceivable
cannot come here
 
And I picture a Syrian girl’s dark curls,
small wrists reaching
from her unraveling sweater
to hold her father’s hand
 
and in his eyes—
I would use words like
steadfast, grateful, frustrated, strong,
 
though his eyes are tight against those scenes
he wants to wash from his daughter’s eyes
 
But what do I know of him,
what do I know
 
 
Joanne Pilgrim
 
 
 
 
Third Prize Poem         
Poetry Contest to Benefit the Lustgarten Foundation

Poem written by Cecilia Crittenden, O.P. (deceased),
Submitted by her friends Barbara and Ray Bozzello of Hampton Bays

 
	
	Preface: It is with a grateful heart that I thank 
	each of you for your continued prayers and support. 
	I appreciate so much your cards, prayers, and Mass enrollments. 
	As I live through those days I find myself writing about 
	the experience of living with cancer and I would like to 
	share with you the following:
	

Intercession

Prayers are falling out of the mouths
of friends and strangers
filling up the void
between heaven and earth
seeking miracles,
healing of affliction,
a remedy to save my life.
 
Prayer surrounds me,
a staff to lean upon for strength,
a cloud to hide me from despair,
a pillar of fire to guide me
through the dark.
 
Prayer lifts me out of my diminished self,
carries me on subtle wings
to resting on the arms of God.
 
 
Cecilia Crittenden, O.P.