So, today is officially the last day of National Poetry Writing Month. This poem means I’ve done it again. I’m busy congratulating myself. I mean really…. thirty poems in thirty days, that’s an achievement to be proud of. Which was fine until I mentioned to Lynn that I was finished writing a poem every day.
So now I’ve decided to try pushing it for a second month. The new goal sixty-one poems in sixty-one days. The good news…. I’m nearly halfway there.
The Adventure Continues
This poem meant to be the last
Apparently is not.
My muse has said they’re not enough,
She’s sure more words I’ve got,
I’ve written poems every day,
Tomorrow write again.
I’m never sure what will come next,
When I pick up my pen.
So watch this space for more to come,
Another month perchance?
I’ll wrack my brain and push myself,
To carry on this dance.
I’ll find the words and find the themes,
To make this plan a fact.
To give my muse the rhymes she craves,
Let nothing me distract.
So if you like this verse of mine,
There’s more where these came from.
So thank my muse and grab a seat,
My best in yet to come.
Cheers, Winston