Pdf file for Dreamcatcher / Perhaps it ain't so poem.
On the second day, the group of 26 was required to write a poem within 15 minutes about a random object within Shelly's house. She brought lots of interesting items. One contestant wrote "Ode to an Agent" when writing about a gnome. That was hilarious. There were other random knick-knacks, like puppets I suppose that I would have liked to pick up "The Cat in the Hat" if I could. I was left with a dreamcatcher--and I couldn't help to be amazed that I already formulated a Dreamcatcher poem quite a while ago.
We were called based on "top scores." I was top-middle of the heap based on my Anorexic Academic poem. My writing was already taking an "issues" and "non-traditional environmentalist" slant to it, which was the most issues-based writing within this contest. I had a serious streak, with a level of satirical humor occassionally bursting out. Though I emerged such a character, it added diversity to the write-off think tank, which thrived off of clever everyday life humor. I find it ironic that though we were all supposedly "competing," I felt the whole experience was more like a think tank.
Everyone's poems were ending up being very very VERY good. Lots of humor--but in the end, I was so desperate, I managed to sing my poem, though not great. The day after, three opera singers emerged within the pack of 20. Man, it was anything but a write-off, but a multi-media production! In terms of opera singing, I was stood up. Ha ha. My singing emerged as pathetic. But I can't blame myself. I was still sick, stuffy in the nose. I wasn't "fully present." Something to work on. But glad I sang! I went outside my box. Prepping for American Idol. Ha ha. Just kidding.