The challenge is to write a poem a day for the thirty days of National Poetry Month.
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Well, here we go.
My computer is glowing
like a grinning puppy
waiting for a treat
and my fingers are itching
to create metaphors
that jump off the page
and stain the brains
of everyone who reads them.
So, where are all the cool
ideas hiding? Why won’t
they come out to play?
I tried three times earlier
this morning to write poems
but the words just lay there
like dead worms.
I even dreamed
about NoPoWriMo
and how much fun
it would be. But, now,
I just sit here looking
out the window
for inspiration. The trees
are still bare. Snow
covers the ground. Oh,
the sun just poked through
and is grinning like
a puppy…Hmmmm…..
3 comments:
oh, that was good... expressed the same sentiments i was feeling.. enjoyed your poem very mucy... best of 30 days to you
Some cool images here. I'm afraid I've chickened out, the boys are on easter break for another eight days, so no poem a day for me (well unless I start writing really short ones).
the reluctant muse... why is they seem to want to hide when the "need" to produce becomes evident... i guess s because the original idea was to be a joy a thing of beauty,, and not a mass produced creation... i am wondering lately if i am producing just to produce... so i have backed off a bit and i am highlighting some of the stuff i have done in the past that i feel especially proud of instead where ever possible....
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