Poetry Competition

Poets spend their lives in competition
Not on teams but each completely alone
In a solitary undertaking
From a unique personal position
Each in a world of each poet's making
One which to anyone else is unknown
Nor does it matter what anyone thinks
Except for the one doing the thinking

Each alone in daily repetition
Dives into deep water without blinking
Into the spring where the mountain goat drinks
Competing not against each other but
Only the self in a personal quest
For the highest purest noblest and best
The unattainable no matter what

But we attain a little more each day
A little closer yet further away

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

Dear Steven
a poet with human heart always wins~~~
supani

Hi Supani, and thank you.

We all win. We win just by engaging in the exercise, not in competition with each other but in the everlasting quest to grow, as we expand our consciousness and learn the law of love.

Thanks and love, fellow poet, fellow human,

+Stevie

Exactly! Something comforting in knowing your words will be taken to heart, and knowing people really enjoy your works and are here when you're down, & when you aren't. I agree wholeheartedly! Wonderful
misty

That's why I say "respect and solidarity;" I really mean those words. That's how we relate to one another as poets--the way any true artists relate to one another, never mind the poseurs--with respect and solidarity. Some poetry sites are really catty and bitchy little viper pits; yowza! I love it that we are kind here; I want it to be a safe place, a creative and useful place to be creative and useful.

Thanks a lot, Misty; you're beautiful.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie