So day 25 of NaPoWriMo and there’s not a crumb of inspiration in the old mental cupboard. Still, I am nearly there. Only six to go including today.

I’ve got a rhyme, let’s see where it goes.

Enjoy!

The Home Stretch

I write and write, and write some more
More than I thought I could.
Sure most of it is just okay
But one or two are good.

“Write thirty days of poetry.”
I knew it would be tough.
I didn’t know when I began
That it would be this rough.

I share my thoughts and share my dreams
Through my poems each day.
I struggle now for every word
For something new to say.

My muse is on a coffee break
Perhaps a drinking binge.
But I press on though I can feel
My mind start to unhinge.

Now words and rhymes go tumbling through
The space between my ears.
I think out loud, I mumble them
And hope that no one hears.

But I go on, and on and on
My lowly verse to share.
I am so close I only hope
I’ll find more words somewhere.

Cheers, Winston