A Contestical Retirement

If you like my poetry, dearest readers, you’re about to get more of it.

Back in January I entered what I felt was my last poetry contest. I found out last week that I didn’t win. Heck, I didn’t even place.

This, however, isn’t some heartbreaking ballad of a post about how heartbroken I am about that. Nor is it some rage-filled memoir about how I hate that I lost and am simply retiring out of rage. Again, let me reiterate: I’m not stopping submitting my poetry to contests because I’m angry or heartbroken, because, honestly…

I’m not. Either of those things.

Here’s the truth of the matter for me. I started this blog wanting to show the beauty in life. To tell of it in such a way that my words would print such eloquently taken photos into the retina of your minds that my camera itself couldn’t have shown it to you any better than my words. It’s easy to find the bad in the world and share about that. Anyone can do that. Goodness, part of how I make my living as a journalist involves telling the bad things going on in the world.

But this site exists because I actually see hope in the world. I love people. I see the beauty in their eyes and the good in their souls and believe that deep down, in some foreign chamber of our hearts so beautifully dark that we’re afraid to look inside lest we be sucked in, we all are actually good. There’s beauty everywhere, you just have to let yourself see it. That’s what this website is all about.

That’s what my poetry is really all about as well. I write poetry to do what I usually can’t as as a journalist: to write something deep and personal and to do so while using metaphors and symbolism so as to mask some of the work’s meaning, and make the reader have to give effort to fully understand it, while making it accessible enough that the reader can, eventually, understand it, and thus feel more connected to the work because of it. Robert Frost was a master of this: of writing poetry that was accessible so that the least educated person in the world could read it and take something from it, but still have a deeper meaning so that professional scholars of the genre could also find more within it once the worked(see “Mending Wall” and “The Road Not Taken” as classic examples).

Poetry contests, while great, are not something I excel at, but they also have a disadvantage: they almost always want unpublished work. That means I have to be careful not to post my best work on here because blogs are often considered a form of publishing, and therefore any poems shared on blogs generally are ineligible for use as contest submissions.

To me, that seems counterintuitive to my mission as a writer. I want y’all to see my work and be inspired by it. To find joy and inspiration in it, and to use that inspiration to be happier, healthier, and/or just in generally better at being the type of person you are trying to become. To share it with those in your lives that you think need it because you know them and know the work and might know it would help them.

So, slowly, over the coming years, I will share all of my work from my high school poetry (which will be titled in a way that identify’s itself, since I think a lot of it is pretty terrible lol) to what I’ve written recently (which I won’t specify except by not labeling it as high school era work). This will all start tomorrow and will become a weekly thing.

Feel free to comment, share, and, above all, enjoy. 🙂

Have a great rest of your night. Also, Good luck if you happen to be a student like me and this is your finals’ week. We’ll get through this.

 

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