I limp into Friday evening
from the bruises
of the week.
Walk in the door
stow my school bag
away for a couple days
Massage the back of my neck
as I pour a glass of wine
and anticipate
the strum as it hums
through my system.
Settle into my La Z Boy
turn the laptop on
and try to torch a poem
from a list of words.
Kindle it like a campfire
hope to startle meaning.
But, no luck.
Oh I don't agree with that! I think you did an excellent job!
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From Therese Broderick -- No luck? YES, LUCK! You got me at the start, and the poem unfolded smoothly. The torching a poem is great. I honor you and others like you who keep up with NaPoWriMo despite their many other work obligations.
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