NaPoWriMo 2023 Afterthoughts

I'm ending the National Poetry Poetry Writing Month the same way I started, by staring at a blank page and wondering what I'm going to write next. 

That's not entirely true. I started writing my final poem last night and finished after midnight. As I was about to start poem thirty, I had an idea for another poem I wanted to write.

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Thirty

 

 

Graduate

The universe

rewards most

 

for staying 

in lines,

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine, Poem Twenty-Nine

 

 

False Brave

Every end

of something

 

 a metaphor

of End

NaPoWriMo Home Stretch

 

 

It's the home stretch for National Poetry Writing Month, but that doesn't mean it's been easy.

This past week has been the raw period, where there's nothing clever to write about in the tank, and all I have are the raw emotions of whatever I'm feeling at the time.

I've had to write a couple of poems and abandon them because it would be too much to post them.

If any of  you are feeling like that, I hope you do that too. Especially if you are sharing on a blog. Stop before you post! Take a second. 

 

If you have to write a second, more boring poem, you should do that.

Good luck.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Eight

 

 

Settled

When it's

understood

that both

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven, Poem Twenty-Seven

 

 

Argument

That bus

is calling

both of us.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Six, Poem Twenty-Six

 

 

Blame

Guilt only

has stomach

to go to. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Five, Poem Twenty-Five

 

 

Plea

Thirty-plus

years later,

words said

and ignored.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Four, Poem Twenty-Four

 

 

Nothing

 

No recovery now,

never enough time

to lengthen legs.

Must have some 

emotion left, and

they'll find it. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Three, Poem Twenty-Three

 

 

No Close Finish

 

That's right. world 

threw you off again. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Three, Poem Twenty-Two

 

 

Third Act Reveal

 

Someone from college,

nowhere left to run

inside his head. 

 

Changed own name.

Must not have worked

since everyone knows.

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-One, Poem Twenty-One

 

 

Moment

 

Sound of

no one here

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty, Poem Twenty

 

 

Hit Over Head

 

The local florist's sign

says: If your name is

Chad Parenteau, enter 

not for early birthday rose, 

NaPoWriMo, Day Nineteen, Poem Nineteen

 

 

Gauge

 

The day

I'm excited

to meet more

fellows who

give me orders

NaPoWriMo, Day Eighteen, Poem Eighteen

 

 

Clean House

 

Each failure makes a successful home.

Every carpet smooth as store displays

NaPoWriMo, Day Seventeen, Poem Seventeen

 

 

Can't Make This Up

 

Got entered in 

three-legged race

tied to a corpse.

NaPoWriMo, Day Sixteen, Poem Sixteen

 

 

Rage Mantra

 

Throw cake in nearest 

face, then try to eat.

Hardball their mercy

into final power move.

NaPoWriMo, Day Sixteen, Poem Fifteen

 

 

Reborn Loser

 

Both sides of

your death scene

laugh out loud.

No one around.

to move stone out

of own doorway.

Annoying NaPoWriMo Update

Fell asleep early last night.

Now I'm a day behind. 

I already figured the poem I wanted to write yesterday. 

This happens at least once a year.

I will catch up. 

NaPoWriMo, Day Fourteen, Poem Fourteen

 

 

Kneed

 

Nobody here likes you,

Mr. Everyone's Everything.