So, two poems to finish off this month of verse and worse, rhyme and reason, rhythm and blues. It may have presented a different sort of writing challenge to, say, NaNoWriMo and its demands on word count to achieve the goal; but for me the challenge of NaPoWriMo has been more in respect of quality than quantity. I always found with the novel writing month that by the end of November I had a substantial draft and story outline that I could take time to refine, polish, edit and enhance to a finish product. In the same way, the poems that lie in the wake of April’s dash to a finish line can be revisited, reworked, revised or (more than likely in my case) completely rewritten.
The train of thought inside my brain
Was never one that ought to frame
The kind of words to fashion verse.
It feels some type of witch’s curse
Was cast upon me in the past,
Which meant that any verse I wrote
Would leave me staring quite aghast
At my woeful words. I quote:
“Needs to offer more expression:
sadly this will never feature.”
This the salutary lesson
Of my former English teacher.
The finish line breasted, stamina tested.
The race was completed, and nobody cheated.
No performance enhancing, just lots of words dancing
Across these white pages, which seemed to take ages,
As I wrestled with rhythm, rhyming and styling.
What have I gained from this month’s NaPoWriMo?
Something? Nothing? I honestly don’t know.