Poetry is a contest?

[Doreen Peri]

Someone on Facebook said that poetry is a contest. What a disappointment that anyone thinks this way! Ugh! I sure hope not.

[stilltrucking]

I think it is for some poets.

Kindness
by Sylvia Plath

Kindness glides about my house.
Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke
In the windows, the mirrors
Are filling with smiles.

What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.
Sugar can cure everything, so Kindness says.
Sugar is a necessary fluid,

Its crystals a little poultice.
O kindness, kindness
Sweetly picking up pieces!
My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies,
May be pinned any minute, anesthetized.

And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.
You hand me two children, two roses.

[judih]

i like that people find themselves writing poetry.
Could be for that person, poetry is a contest. An open-ended, or never-ending kind of contest.

[Doreen Peri]

[sasha]

Magic indeed...
mystical magic
magical mysticism
misty mania
mythical mists
music
masterfully?
meh
make mythical mystic mysterious magic
myriad myths
...