NaPoWriMo 2017 Epilogue

I know that as weeks and months go by, I'll feel better about last month's output. For now, I'm ashamed of myself for hitting a wall that I set up all by myself.

In truth, I could have finished the 30/30 days earlier. I set up so many challenges and obstacles for myself. So many rules. No haiku. No "Jesus poems," no William Carlos Williams homages. Don't count Stone Soup Crouton poems.

It's a wonder I didn't collapse at noon on day thirty. As things were, I kept going with my life and trying to write until I faded out just around eleven at night. I woke up about ten minutes to midnight, just in time to write the last poem--a haiku.

I continue to beat myself up, but at least I can give myself a mercy killing.

To list the positives, I have one of the 30/30 poems already scheduled for publication. I hope to send out at least a couple by the end of the month, maybe this week. Read them all why you can, as I'll be removing the ones I edit and submit. One is already gone! Also, if I have my way, not all of them will end up online.

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Thirty

Haiku

in sky Robert Frost's
favorite timepiece
lulls you to sleep.

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Twenty-Nine

Last Fall

My will to give in
is getting stronger.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Eight

Massless

The day God
does not
work

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Twenty-Seven

Remembering Loyalty Day

It's not whether the company
can give the employee
a living wage.

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Twenty-Six

Supper

One more thing
offered.

One less thing
altered.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine, Poem Twenty-Five

Notes

Street man
rinsed cup
finished coffee

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine, Poem Twenty-Four

Overhead

My friend
unspoken to
since Christmas
may be
overseas
right now

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine, Poem Twenty-Three

When Your Apple Watch 
Reminds You to Breathe

Thing closest
to meditation

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Two

Good Fridays at Good Wages

Prophets no-show
messiahs reschedule.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-One

Alt-Right Post

We will always win
because they have jobs
which require smiles
demand apologies.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty

Cross

I do not want another revival,
no come-to-whatever moment.

NaPoWriMo

You might say I'm phenomenally ****ed.

And that I did it to myself.

But I'm not out yet.

I've been more behind than this before.

Just don't ask me to remember when.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Four, Poem Nineteen

You and I Watch 
"House Hunters International"

The first couple moving to Paris
seem incompatible
but are far more pleasant
than the Iowa holdovers
whose wife and kids long for a yard
from city centers where a fence
won't look out of place.

NaPoWriMo

I'm a bit screwed, aren't I?

I'm doing my best, people.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-One, Poem Eighteen

Reminder

The true meaning
of freedom
is when you know

Making a Comeback

Hoping to get caught up in the National Poetry Writing Month challenge by tonight. That's four poem, and a fifth one by tomorrow morning.

Wish me luck. 

NaPoWriMoUpdate

A corrected version of "First Attack" (day six's poem) will be published in the upcoming Volume 4 of the Poets Speak Anthology.

I love it when National Poetry Writing Month is productive.

Hopefully starting on poem eighteen soon.

NaPoWriMo, Day Seventeen, Poem Seventeen

Doorman

For you
there's the door
you came in
waiting

NaPoWriMo, Day Seventeen, Poem Sixteen

I mis-numbered my original post earlier, so I scrapped that one and reposted it here with the proper numbering.

Jesus Day

The morning nudges us awake on Easter Day.
Experts looked over the grave of Jesus.
No shadow. That's twelve more months of war