Did lots and lots of writing yesterday, including one poetry competition entry although am still debating which is the most appropriate competition for this particular piece. And then my insecurities return…. After mooching around to see what previous years winners have submitted and checking out the styles and preferences of competition judges, I was reminded how there’s no perfect formula for a prize winning poem.
Some of the winning pieces I have come across have appeared to be meaningless drivel to me, and then others that have achieved short listed status which have received some harsh criticisms from the judging panel when in fact they have moved me greatly.
So I have flitted back and forth through my collection of poetry entries and each time am pained by the fact that mine always seems so unintelligent, unimaginative and plain. Is that a flaw or is that just my style? Does it mean that my work can’t stand shoulder to shoulder with the best of them? Honestly… I don’t know. I know what I personally enjoy but just like beauty, the poetry is in the eye of the beholder.
Sure, poetry is an art form, but does it always have to be complex to evoke a response? That is maybe where styles such as micro poetry have a role to play in demonstrating that sometimes simplicity hits the mark like nothing else can.
Going to to try a short story today I think… Or maybe another play. Hmmmm.