when the bug bites

I dragged my family We had the chance to go see Under Heaven’s Dome at the Bloedel conservatory this past weekend, put on by the Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival.  A local composer had put nine haiku from past festivals to music, and mine was one of the nine!  It was a very, very cool thing to get to hear my few words sung and interpreted by both the singer and the composer.

Being in that space got my poor brain churning, though, so that evening when I saw that there was a 48 hour poetry contest (and I now had 6 hours left), I jumped on the bandwagon.  I wracked the poor aforementioned brain and managed to come up with a piece I rather like.  I edited and made my husband check to make sure that I had used all ten of the required words before hitting the send button on my email.   (I’ll post it once the results of the contest have been announced.)

Every now and then I’m reminded that I write (outside of sporadic blogging).  Every now and then I’m reminded that some others see merit in the things that I write.  And it prompts me to actually write down the things that go through my head instead of just acknowledging the neat turn of phrase and moving on to what to have for supper.

It’s a good thing.  I’ll let you know if anyone liked the contest piece.