Sorry I'm late to the party, thank you to everyone who contributed, and thank you to our wonderful judges!
I would like to volunteer to judge during next years Sum22 writing contest, if for no other reason but to participate in deathmatches arguing over art. Seems fun!
The timing for this competition was kinda nuts for me, and so too was the timing of its results. As I mentioned in the discussion thread (where I was so distracted drafting the poem I suffered a reading comprehension fail, and accidentally posted the poem in the wrong thread.) I was pulling inspiration from a very real place. The events in the poem happened, and it resulted in me calling the cops on my older brother, who pulled a knife on me when I confronted him about a dog he found, adopted, and mistreated after 4th of July.
And now, months later, I was working security at a hospital and I contracted Covid. I'm better now, but I missed weeks of work, and the quarantine compensation is pretty damn light compared to an average paycheck, so this extra cash really helped me this month.
The planets aligned on this one, and I am extremely grateful. Thank you all so much ❤
Personally I loved the poem by @LuckyDee - the song lyric structure read crystal clear to me, and the rhythm and rhyme was fun and engaging- but the judges definitely had a difficult task picking between such stalwart talent in this community. I'm especially proud to be in your company. Bravo everyone 👏 🙌 lets do this again!
The pandemic burdens us all with a looming and droning kind of adveristy. It is sapping, it is worrisome, but in between our obligations, nestled in the free time we have left in the day, what remains is an important task that I don't want you to overlook-- It is up to us, with the creative minds, to render these adverse times with compelling art. That is what defines eras from the eyes of history, and you needn't look far to realise we exist in historic times...please don't groan, I didn't say "unprecedented."
Even if you only make a couple of things, you can look back on what you created and reflect with clarity how far you've come. Your growth. Your experience. You will know exactly where you were in life when you look back on your poems, your stories, your songs, or your art...and there'll be aspects about it that you miss fondly, and there'll be relief in your heart that you survived it. May it bolster your soul to outdo yourself, and make something even better.
This was practice. Keep going, you beautiful weirdos. Create, write, compose...and consider burning your early drafts. Show them all the Problems of the Future Today.