feed your roar
broken lonely walls
Well, I did it. I wrote a bunch of poems during National Poetry Month. Yay, me! What did I learn, you ask? That when I decide to create something, I'm able to conjure the words. I have a righteous relationship with language. And the only goal I meet every day is brushing my teeth.
Haiku Time (4.14.2014)
the in between chapter
I wonder if I'll make it the next five days. National Poetry Month is fun, but why does it seem longer than other 30 day stretches? Oh, creative distractibility.
I'm not succeeding at writing a poem a day during National Poetry Month. I am, however, writing poems during National Poetry Month. Not to mention keeping the person alive in my house who hit a bus on his bike. That takes precedent over poetry, right? Sometimes poetry can come from accidents, too.