Well, okay, a haiku contest is on the menu.

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It seems foam has chosen one of my poems from the contest.  I am always a bit pleased, a bit surprised, and a bit disappointed, winning or losing.  Can't please Doom, you say?  Well, true... but like a friend of mine always says.  "Hush."  I think he means it.  I know I do.  Hush.  If I were solidly, purely, logical, this discussion would not occur.  For my part I am pleased to be quite, and simply, organic, and with split decisions not always requiring certainty or a final analysis. 

The poem that won surprised me.  I always have my favorites, for others and for myself.  The first one of mine was probably my favored, then the one about a cat's eye due to the humor of the visual, with the one about imaginings pulling up the rear but being more... generic, for a general audience.  Still, that is the wonderful part about having judges on a rotating basis.  The one which took the laurel?  I am always curious as to the choosing, but do not wish to burden others.  Our judges have been so busy in their own lives, lately.  But, having been a judge, I know that there isn't always an answer.  Save perhaps the simple "Because".

to see in the night

is to see into the soul

darkness is not evil

The nice thing about getting one picked that wasn't among my favorites, though, is the notion that others see things I can't.  In my work, maybe in me.  I know I see a lot of good in a lot of other people, people who don't see it in themselves.  It is a reminder that, perhaps, others see things they like that I don't see in me.  That goes to Christian ethics, but also to some of what I saw at Burning Man.  Now, to get the two groups to... associate.  I think there would be some surprises.  Never the who...

As to what and when?  I hope to have something out Friday, if I can contain myself.  Maybe Thursday but I am trying to be more official.  I am quite excited to get a contest going though.  I, myself like, and sometimes need, long simmer times.  I have worked up the brass to put something on the haiku plate immediately, usually, save when I'm being a big baby about something or in a fit...  Still, I know others just can't always do that.  I want em' large, tall, long, fast, slow.  I want all who can to write.  I've become a sucker for haiku.

I'll be thinking between now and then, perhaps even have the post written up and ready, so I can just deliver it at a more appropriate time.  Later...  Hmm, no.  Good night.