Moments that haunt you.
Whether or not you belong.
Times you can’t remember.
When you barely got along.
Inspiration strikes at random,
It never last too long.
Yet, sad, drunk or horny
Are the keys to write a song.
Moments that haunt you.
Whether or not you belong.
Times you can’t remember.
When you barely got along.
Inspiration strikes at random,
It never last too long.
Yet, sad, drunk or horny
Are the keys to write a song.
So, there’s a National Novel Writing Month (NaNoMo) which I knew about. I’ve actually been on the mailing list for years, but while I have the first paragraph of my novel done, I’ve never progressed beyond that. Sad. I restart every year. It’s a fictional biography based on my life. Apparently, I haven’t done enough interesting to get beyond the first paragraph.
Today, I found out April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo.) One poem a day for a month. That, perhaps, I can do. Especially since it doesn’t have to be a good poem.
A poem is either a song without music, or it’s prose that isn’t very prose-like. How hard can that be?
While some poems have rules (like sonnets and haiku), most don’t. In fact, you can call almost anything a poem, since there don’t appear to be any poem police anywhere.
So, follow Blind John Ellsworth this month and see if I can actually produce a poem a day. It should be interesting. One is done. How hard can the rest be?