SHARPENING THE GREEN PENCIL 2021 CONTEST RESULTS
AFRICA
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1
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Algeria
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1
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2
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Nigeria
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2
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ASIA
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1
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Azerbaidjan
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1
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2
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Bangladesh
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1
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3
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India |
17
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4
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Indonesia |
1
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5
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Japan |
1
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6
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Philippines
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4
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7
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Pakistan |
1
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8
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Taiwan
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1
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9
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Thailand
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1
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10
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Turkey
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1
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11
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Vietnam
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1
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AUSTRALIA
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1
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Australia
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11
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2
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New Zealand
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11
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EUROPE
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1
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Belgium
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2
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2
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Bosnia and Herzegovina
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2
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3
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Bulgaria
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15
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4
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Cyprus |
1
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5
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Croatia
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20
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6
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Finland
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1
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7
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France
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4
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8
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Germany |
3
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|
9 |
Hungary
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1
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10
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Italy
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10
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11
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Lithuania
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1
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12
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North Macedonia
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2
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13
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Poland
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9
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14
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Portugal
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1 |
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15
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The Netherlands
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4
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16
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Romania
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12
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17
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Russia
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4
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18
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Serbia
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2
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|
19
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Spain
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2
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|
20
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Switzerland
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2
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|
21
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Ireland
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1
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22
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UK
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10
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23
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Ukraine
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2
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AMERICA
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1
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USA
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33
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2
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Canada |
6
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Djurdja Vukelic-Rozic, Croatia, Pre-Selector
Julie Warther, USA, Final Judge + Comments
Cezar Florin Ciobica, Romania, Coordinator
FIRST PRIZE
monarch migration—
the grandparents
I never knew
(Seren
Fargo, USA)
It was the conciseness of a just-so juxtaposition and a subtle science lesson
which elevated this poem for me. Late season monarchs migrate south, lay eggs
and die. It is the second generation which flies north again where the third
generation will be born. Many of us also grew up not knowing our grandparents
for whatever reason: geographic distance, adoption, estrangement or death. Yet
they are very much a part of us, and there is no doubt their decisions affected
the generations that followed. For those with immigrant ancestors, we know our
lives would have been vastly different had they not made that long trip.
SECOND PRIZE
longest
night –
the clay bowl's
whorls and ridges
(Sandra
Simpson, New Zealand)
Working a tactile sensation into haiku can be a difficult task, but here we can
almost feel a lump of clay spinning on a wheel, taking shape in the potter’s
hands. It is a slow process and one that requires patience. “Whorls and ridges”
could describe the design of the bowl itself or contours of the artist’s
fingertips. When fingerprints are found in a finished piece, there is no
mistaking its individual nature and the care with which it was created. This
alone is a striking image, but a resonance emerges when this image is paired
with “longest night”- a time when the seasons themselves turn, taking on more
and more light - in the unique nature of time itself.
THIRD PRIZE
blueberry
dusk
a fresh crop of fireflies
in the farm field
(Marilyn Ashbaugh, USA)
“blueberry dusk” is such a charming way to describe a season, time of day and
color! The fruit theme continues with “a fresh crop” and the “farm field” so it
is a delightful surprise that the crop is not an edible one at all, but rather
fireflies. The repeated “f” sounds feel like firefly sightings themselves,
popping up here and there. We know those little lights shine even brighter with
a blueberry dusk backdrop!
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FIRST HONORABLE MENTION
marquee
pigeons
the tale of the town
in missing letters
(Darrell Lindsey, USA)
A tale of omission - showing what is by stating what is not
-with a wabi/sabi feel. Pigeons on the marquee suggest the absence of activity
around the sign and, with nothing new to announce, that the missing letters
have been gone for quite some time. Yes, the most striking message seems to be
the decline of this desolate town.
SECOND HONORABLE MENTION
dark pond
a lone skater slices the ice
into moons
(Valorie Broadhurst Woerdehoff, USA)
Night skating has a romantic feel, but this skater is alone with the moon’s
reflection on a large glass-like mirror. Once the skater’s blademarks scratch
the surface however, a mosaic artwork is created with bits of moon in each
piece. One can almost feel the skater’s delight as she/he makes this discovery
and races to slice more pieces - no longer alone at all!
THIRD HONORABLE MENTION
whipsnap wind…
another day’s worries
hung out to dry
(Marietta McGregor, Australia)
Wonderful “w” sounds in this poem reminiscent of the wind itself. The harshness
of that “whipsnap” suggests the worries and are still working their way into
the poet’s thoughts. As this seems to be a regular occurrence (“another”)
perhaps the poet is washing his/her hands of the whole mess of worries, come
what may (“hung out to dry”). Or possibly, this daily ritual of hanging clothes
on the line is meditative in a way that helps the poet set the worries of the
day aside.
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FIRST COMMENDED
war veteran's tale
bonfire embers reach
the Milky Way
(Billy Antonio, The Philippines)
SECOND COMMENDED
summer breeze-
new lovers
on an old bench
(Aljoša Vuković, Croatia)
THIRD COMMENDED
rabbit ear iris
the texture
of the morning dew
(Kimberley Sanson, France)
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