I had suspected that I hadn't been alone for National Poetry Month Challenge. And it turns out, I wasn't wrong!
In fact, probably billions of people do it, and someone more resourceful than I, aka Maureen, finally found enough people doing it that she got a NaPoWriMo site together.
I'm really sad I missed the boat on this, but so happy I found it!
If you were following my #nationalpoetrychallenge or any of the other ridiculous hashtags I came up with over the years (I mean, why didn't I think of NaPoWriMo? Maybe because NaNoWriMo still terrifies me), then realize that henceforth I'm just going to use #NaPoWriMo so I can hang with all the cool poetry kids.
And on that note -- Where the heck did April come from exactly? I knew it was coming. I've known it was coming, but even though it IS April, April 4th, nearly April 5th, I still feel like April is a month away.
So, like many years, I'm starting behind.
I'm not sure how others approach their NaPoWriMo, but I am still going to post my drafts pretty much as they come out. The goal for me is the process and the habit more than the product itself. This is important, or else I'll get hung up a bit too much to write well. Not to say that I don't care about the poems I create, but as the month progresses, I think it will be obvious which ones I do care for and which I don't and which fall somewhere in-between.
The point of this month is to stop and pause and think through writing differently than I typically do. And to appreciate all the benefits a challenge like NaPoWriMo brings.
So without further ado, let's get this thing rolling.
Notes after writing:
I tried to do something different than how I normally start. I had to kind of punch through it, but then the next two just kind of rolled out. I think the third's my favorite.
NPMC/NaPoWriMo 2018
Poem 1
"Through the Fog"
The fog clung
to the air like phlegm
immune to my constant
attempts to clear it
Still I found my way
inch by familiar inch
until the darkened
patch of home appeared
Free inside
from the density
the room and I
were overexposed
Poem 2
"Endearment"
Sweet as a pepper
Thick as a stone
The depths of my love
remain unknown
Poem 3
"Wandering Home"
I didn't mean to come here
I guess you should have known
but once I start to wander
it's hard to say which way's home
and so I keep on this way
and often stumble that
I amble on and on
and on and on and on
It's funny how I'm always leaving one sec
and arriving in the next
for when your destinations's noway
or sometimes "I don't know"
then you're never ever late
held up, lost, or forlorn
Any moment you could be there yet
or headed out the door
But if home is where the heart's at
and your heart is known to roam
then anywhere's your doormat
both here and there
you're home
In fact, probably billions of people do it, and someone more resourceful than I, aka Maureen, finally found enough people doing it that she got a NaPoWriMo site together.
I'm really sad I missed the boat on this, but so happy I found it!
If you were following my #nationalpoetrychallenge or any of the other ridiculous hashtags I came up with over the years (I mean, why didn't I think of NaPoWriMo? Maybe because NaNoWriMo still terrifies me), then realize that henceforth I'm just going to use #NaPoWriMo so I can hang with all the cool poetry kids.
And on that note -- Where the heck did April come from exactly? I knew it was coming. I've known it was coming, but even though it IS April, April 4th, nearly April 5th, I still feel like April is a month away.
So, like many years, I'm starting behind.
I'm not sure how others approach their NaPoWriMo, but I am still going to post my drafts pretty much as they come out. The goal for me is the process and the habit more than the product itself. This is important, or else I'll get hung up a bit too much to write well. Not to say that I don't care about the poems I create, but as the month progresses, I think it will be obvious which ones I do care for and which I don't and which fall somewhere in-between.
The point of this month is to stop and pause and think through writing differently than I typically do. And to appreciate all the benefits a challenge like NaPoWriMo brings.
So without further ado, let's get this thing rolling.
Notes after writing:
I tried to do something different than how I normally start. I had to kind of punch through it, but then the next two just kind of rolled out. I think the third's my favorite.
NPMC/NaPoWriMo 2018
Poem 1
"Through the Fog"
The fog clung
to the air like phlegm
immune to my constant
attempts to clear it
Still I found my way
inch by familiar inch
until the darkened
patch of home appeared
Free inside
from the density
the room and I
were overexposed
Poem 2
"Endearment"
Sweet as a pepper
Thick as a stone
The depths of my love
remain unknown
Poem 3
"Wandering Home"
I didn't mean to come here
I guess you should have known
but once I start to wander
it's hard to say which way's home
and so I keep on this way
and often stumble that
I amble on and on
and on and on and on
It's funny how I'm always leaving one sec
and arriving in the next
for when your destinations's noway
or sometimes "I don't know"
then you're never ever late
held up, lost, or forlorn
Any moment you could be there yet
or headed out the door
But if home is where the heart's at
and your heart is known to roam
then anywhere's your doormat
both here and there
you're home
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