Crossposted from Blogetary:
So, I decided to at least try the Poem a Day Challenge.
The prompt today (April 1 that is) was origins of something. Here’s mine:
The Dawning of my Demise
Began with yearning turning
to need –
pressure building
exploding
pencil gripped and tearing
through the page.
To get my words out.
Feeding desire to throw
words on the pyre
and
see
them
burn.
To be a writer.
I was 9.
According to last years Poet Laureate, the trick is to read the prompt EARLY in the day (something I didn’t do today) so your poem can gel. So, we’ll try again tomorrow, shall we?
Now, go take a look at the latest Beyond Centauri.
5 comments:
Hum, I don't know about that "Gel" idea but he's the poet laureate and not me.
this is pretty good though. I think it ends best with the word "burn."
Yeah, I think you're right. I kept crossing out and adding back in those last two lines.
Sorry to intrude. I was just passing by (via a search through those interested in fantasy) and saw your Avatar. I had to come see a larger version.
It's wonderful!
Then I read your profile and I had to see your blog.
Now I've read your poem and I must tell you, I can so relate! That's about the age I realized I loved to tell stories on paper.
I'm an unpaid writer. Hope you are faring much better.
Bevie
Hey, thanks for stopping by! I don't know many writers who are paid well, if at all. It's a labor of love.
Hope you're enjoying poetry month!
Thanks. Didn't know it was poetry month, but I am enjoying it.
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