When a poet falls. Can anyone hear?

I just received notification that my poem, City Sleeps, came in as a finalist in the last Artella Words and Art Poetic Idol Contest. I checked back on the last two contests and figured out when notification was and figured it was safe to post it to my blog...because they would have told the winners who they were by now. Turns out they were a bit late notifying. hehe. I quickly deleted it from my blog. Oops.

Anyway, from 2nd place, to 1st place and now...down to finalist. I hope some fine poet here is above me on the ladder. I made sure to keep the throne nice and toasty for the arrival of the next Idol.

slinking out with my 'finalist' win.

Hey Scarlet. I'm okay with that. It feels like a demerit to me anyway. I think I will buy me something to whip myself with as repentance. I'm going to say thanks anyway, because I know if you weren't such a miserable heckler you would be singing my hallelujahs. I can almost hear them echoing in the space between your empty helmet pads. So thank you kindly for your words unspoken.

Yes. And I you. I love a little crazy on my side of the fence. Keeps me company. It's a lonely yard, this crazy is.

Others still are wondering if I'm okay with wet nappies.

Thanks Trish. I'm okay with finalist actually. I really thought that they had already decided I didn't even get that. I think the poem's okay...but no great shakes. I actually submitting 3, which is the amount you're allowed to submit per entry. The other 2 I held off posting to my blog on the off chance that they still hadn't made their decisions...thinking, "Well, if they're late contacting the winners and finalists, I'm sure that one won't win. I will post it and hold off on the other two." I still had hope for them. Funny, eh? You never know. Anyway, I quickly made it gone. I should have learned by now!

Scarscar. They are coded messages...but the aliens I send them to are here on earth with me. I am their messiah. I am rounding them up as we speak. We meet in a church basement...the coffee is smack laced and the brownies...well, I don't even have to mention the brownies. My big words are laced with significant data that can be read only by my minions. We shall not here discuss the tinfoil helmets. Shhhh.

Your PM actually raised a question for me. LOL. Does everybody who does not make the top 5 and honorary mention receive 'finalist'? LOL. Well. I'm glad to be in your boat!