gearing up for NAPOWRIMO if only there were a poetry depot I’m excited but also terrified from the expectations specified I’ve psyched myself out and now I’m in a drought What do I do? I fret and I stew for its when I must that I go bust I resist and revolt I need a lightening bolt but I must write poetry in April perhaps I should be grateful I have words to share and then and poetry swoops in to save the day there was a bit of brilliancy, there, for a moment... but it’s over now |