I’ve just caught up on several days worth of posts I hadn’t read. I’ve also allowed myself to divert into the shadowy byways of Wikipedia. One of those was necessary, the other occupies an anomalous position – it’s top level procrastination, but it’s also a source of inspiration (or so I tell myself).
Several of the posts I have read are poetry blogs, which is always useful. I like seeing what proper poets are doing.
I had a bit of research to do on a poem I was writing, so I ordered a book from World of Books on Amazon. It wasn’t expensive, just under £5 with P&P, but it was described as Used- Very Good. When it arrived, with bumped corners, mild staining, yellowed pages and an old sticky label, it looked more like Shabby would have been a better description. I was not pleased but will suck it up as it had the information I required. I’ll be looking at other companies in future. It’s not the first time they have over-claimed on a book’s condition.
I’ve now had the first of the emails about July Submissions. It’s an acceptance for a Haibun, albeit a frustrating one.
They liked all three but could only select one, which seems to be increasingly common. They went for one above the others because it covers current events. In due course i will let you know when it is published.
Meanwhile, I have been sorting out my poems. Everytime a deadline comes round for haiku, it becomes clear that I have some poems i could probably send, if only I had a better system of filing them. Actually, it applies to all my poems, but is worse with haiku.
I have sorted a couple of years of haiku submissions and estimate I have thirty or forty I could retrieve from the rejected poems. That’s the frustration of the system where you send ten in to get one selected. Admittedly 5/10 are poor and better being deleted, but there is still usable material in the rejects.
It took most of a day, and there is a lot left to sort through. I’d better get going . . .




I love poetry, and I try my hand now and then, but I am not too good at sticking to a restrictive formula.
That’s the beauty of modern poetry – you can write what you like and it’s still poetry. And let’s face it – writing what you like is a good feeling and keeps us happy. 🙂
Very true.
A very fine bowl.
Good luck with finding things in your filing system (or non system). I spend a lot of my life down that rabbit hole.
I always start off with such good intentions . . . 🙂
I am hopeless when it comes to filing and keeping track of things. I wonder if it’s a writer thing. I remember reading that Harold Ross, the first editor of the New Yorker, thought writers didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain. He might have had a point.
I have waterproof skin, and don’t see a problem . . . 🙂
Fine pics and prose
Thank you Derrick.