This afternoon I listened to ten or so people share their poems, and was invited to judge between them. Thankfully with two other judges.
I think it confirmed what I've always known... I'm not cut out for judging things. I was very happy with the descisions that were made, and overall our opinions weren't so very different... but it left me very stressed. I think because I am very aware of my lack of understanding of poetry as a genre. I think because it is, ultimately, subjective. I think because every one, however technically competent or otherwise offers something of themself. And maybe because I'm just a wuss.
I really enjoyed the poems: I laughed, I ached, I was taken to places, I was asked questions, I was granted insights to people's souls.
I'm really glad I was there, and grateful to have been allowed to share in the judging... but now I need to lie down in a darkened room!!