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



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