on the feast day of the Annunciation
Mine is not a competitive spirit as I regard that attitude to be divisive within this planet’s community of being instead of being unitive, which is the truest nature of the spiritual.
Days after the events at the Capitol in Washington DC on January 6, I wrote and submitted three haiku entries for the city’s Golden Haiku Poetry Contest 2021. Thankfully the haiku that the first two haiku had been merely preparing the way for was chosen for public display in Washington’s Golden Triangle located between Dupont Circle and the White House.
For unknown reasons, the judges chose not to credit the poem to my nom-de-plume. That seems entirely apt to me.