Tuesday, April 30, 2024

NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Thirty

 

End
 
Finish
non-victory
lap quietly.
 
Don't let
anyone
find out.
 
what you've
been doing
whole time.
 
Words die
often in
the open.
 
Turn them
inward
for now.
 
Save for
better days
or worse.

1 comment:

Ken Johnson said...

Chad, has anyone told you what a good resource you've been?
As a rainy day poet, I never had a home, a basecamp for my prosodic excursions. But your faithful attendance has become a second home for my inner Ginsberg.
Thank you for what you've been doing.
With out Stone Soup, I would be only ghost, a haint out in the weeds and bushes.