A total of 93 sonnets were submitted for the 18th annual Anne Dittrick Sonnet Writing Contest. Our judgin panel chose the following winning sonnets:
ADULT SONNET WINNER
Response to Sonnet 19
By Michael Harty
When glorious morning yields to afternoon
And thence to evening, should we then be grieved?
If clouds turn gray that seemed to once festoon
The east with strands of gold, are we bereaved?
When dewy blossoms dry, the grounded lark
Goes songless to her forested retreat,
And shadows lengthen with advancing dark,
Is Nature's face less comely, time less sweet?
I hold the evening equal to the morn --
The shaded colors lovely as the bright,
The new-fledged leaf not finer than the worn,
The glow of sunset fair as dawn's new light –
For fading beauty's beauty nonetheless,
And all the sweeter for its passingness.
HIGH SCHOOL SONNET WINNER
Gemstones of Night
By Mary Johnson
Millard North High School
Teacher: Jan Amidon
When the proud sun departs the azure sky
The shimm’ring opal moon comes out to shine
Her handmaids, glitt’ring diamonds ‘hind her fly
As constellations, stars in wild line
Their gentle light encompasses the world
Enveloped in night’s spreading sapphire cloak
Illuminating leaves by moonlight pearled
Made emerald, crystalline upon an oak
In contrast to that silv’ry light so bold
A far off planet sparkles ruby red
The richest lord decked out in wealth and gold
Has no jeweled crown so glam’rous for his head
‘Tis true that human kind, while rather bright
Can craft no gems as fine as those of night.
MIDDLE SCHOOL WINNER
Fiery Love: Taco Bell
By: Dayton Linhardt
Gretna Middle School
Teacher: Lori Wewel
I like to eat tacos in my freetime.
I really like to eat at Taco Bell.
When I can’t have it, sometimes I do cry.
When I can’t have my tacos, I’m in Hell.
Green apple and cherry are the slushies.
Fountain drinks and free water are my life.
Strawberry lemonade and ice-cold tea.
You find the sauce and napkins by the knives.
Crunchy and spicy cinnamon twisties,
Cinnabon delights and the churros too,
Why their food is so good is a myst’ry.
Sometimes Taco Bell makes me have to poo.
Taco Bell will 4ever be my life,
I wish that I could make it my own wife.
ADULT HONORABLE MENTION
Where Wisdom Hides
By Neil Brothers
A destination barely understood,
Its every inch obstructed by conceit—
Ahead, two paths that split the darkened wood,
Philosophy and poetry compete.
The former builds its castles in the air,
With moats, both wide and deep, to bar the way—
That path, circuitous as spiraled stair,
Provides no light to guide us night or day.
Philosophers might say what poets write
Affords no brighter lamp, nor moon, nor sun,
But I prefer to think that poems light
A path, if not for many leastwise one.
Two paths, and each forbidding in the dark,
And yet the choice seems clear as I embark.
HIGH SCHOOL HONORABLE MENTION
By Sierra Horan
Millard North High School
Teacher: Rhonda Betzold
When human skin starts blistering from heat
The sidewalks bake and fry a dozen eggs
The pairs of flip flops click on backs of feet
Bikini tops match up with sun kissed legs
But once the leaves turn gold and or’nge they fall
The warmest colors decorate the town
The stadium glows red to watch the ball
And cinnamon is dusted, floating down
The bitter cold has swept the plains all dry
No crystal flakes a like upon the sills
These sheets of white reflect the moon’s good byes
The groundhog marks the hope for no more chills
Fresh smell of rain that breaks from evergreens
The hibernation ends and awakes spring.
MIDDLE SCHOOL HONORABLE MENTION
By: Emma Budzinski
Ralston Middle School
Teacher: Tyler Barna
I haven't a problem with wanderlust,
For reality always meets my dream.
And home being the place I most distrust,
I long to be somewhere: not just to be.
Would rather be an unattached loner
Than committed and stapled to one home.
Exploring the world and its four corners
Is better than having life set in stone.
I have ached for places I’ve never seen,
I have become the meaning of fernweh.
I’ve fallen in love with my unforeseen,
And thrived off of my life’s uncertainty.
True wanderlust finds true, agonizing
pain when not in and ‘round the amazing.