I went to a poetry reading/contest last night. I didn't realize we were going to be judged. I brought along my notebook with the poem I was thinking of reading: a soul picture dark. It turns out people were preforming more than one, so I threw in I want to be famous really quickly as a kind of warm up. I'd never performed a poem before.
So, to my complete surprise given the quality of the other works, I was chosen by the judges to be in the final three (out of 15 or so). Which meant I had to read another poem. I pulled this one out, because it was the longest thing I had with me. I usually just write three or four lines.
I once lived in a land where most live --
This earth of soil and structure.
It was a land where love grew
and wilted and died.
and with its brief joy came pain,
deep and wide and flowing
love is ever replaced with hurt
But numbers -- O yes! numbers!
numbers never lie.
1 and 1 is always two, unless it is eleven.
Love grows old and dies, but
You stay love grows
Love fades time slows
The rain still falls and men die.
O to live in a land where few go --
To a tale of wind and dreams
For numbers fade, and change, and
But love -- O yes! love!
Where 1 and 1 is often one
and numbers grow old and die.
I ended up in third place, and got $25 to Barnes & Noble. Really cool. So, maybe there's something to this poetry stuff after all.