So…I just got a letter in the mail here at work. One of my poems (hastily written at the zenith of emotion, which is probably the best and worst way to write) has been deemed as a semi-finalist in a poetry competition. I KNOW. Wow. Huh? I want to be excited, really I do, but did I just buy a jarful of flies? Have been sold the same potion Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson were shilling in the “Say Say Say” video? Have I been conned?
These things can be a bit funny. Whereas I simply went to a poetry website to add my little poem to the other thousands on there, I’m now a semi-finalist in a contest that I don’t remember reading about when I was on the site. The letter I received seemed real, but so do elixirs that promise to get rid of warts when you have warts. Despite an offer to purchase the publication that will bear my poem (nope), I’m supposedly under no obligation to submit a fee or monies or payment. Again, seems true and genuine, but so did Paul McCartney. I will decidedly not hold my breath. We shall see. I’m keeping the letter, though. If it turns out that I was conned, thank goodness we live in a litigious society. Evidence.