To my chagrin, and perhaps some other more worthy poets feel the same about this, I entered a second competition at Rollin Thunder and got another Honourable Mention, which I think equates to second place.
It even means that some nice people have surfed over here, presumably looking for more of the same.
I love poetry, but don't eat, breathe and sleep it. What is far more attractive to me is a game or a challenge, and the Splash Hall and Rollin Thunder poetry competitions (which go on very regularly) provide just that. I feel marginally guilty for being acknowledged again. Delighted, of course, but I am trying hard to deny that, as the two are directly proportional.
Rollin Thunder Poetry
It is at this point I should freely admit, before someone points it out anyway, that I don't 'do' real poetry, I just pick a beat and then rhyme stuff to it.
All this new style
is beyond me.
Yes I know, that's a wonderful example. I even forgot and used punctuation; very naughty. All I need now is William Shatner to reprise Cpt. Kirk, to read it 'just right'.
Anyhoo, in honour of this honour, if you catch my drift, I would like to wax poetical about something, but am out of ideas. Yes I am newly unemployed and BORED already, but that just adds to the determination to somehow occupy myself.
PLEASE play along:
Simply comment below, listing three words, as obscure and disparate as you wish.
That's it. That's all it takes. My job will then be to combine them as quickly as possible into a short and suitable rhyme that actually makes sense.
See HERE for the last time we played - it was fun, but far too long ago.