04-29-2021, 09:17 AM
Reflecting on NaPoWriMo
Last year when I was writing for NaPoMo
I was in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia trying to write
my next piece, the smell of lentils, Injera, and
spinach were trying to shut me down and eat.
But I wasn’t about to give up.
I found myself jotting down concrete imagery
metaphor, similes, consonances, and alliterations
to fit my poems, to give them a little edge.
Make them beautiful, but yet reckless in nature.
Then I would abandon them for the next day.
I could taste breakfast, I want some eggs, bacon,
or something to fill my stomach for tomorrow.
Then I would enjoy writing again.
Then I would enjoy being a poet again.
Last year when I was writing for NaPoMo
I was in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia trying to write
my next piece, the smell of lentils, Injera, and
spinach were trying to shut me down and eat.
But I wasn’t about to give up.
I found myself jotting down concrete imagery
metaphor, similes, consonances, and alliterations
to fit my poems, to give them a little edge.
Make them beautiful, but yet reckless in nature.
Then I would abandon them for the next day.
I could taste breakfast, I want some eggs, bacon,
or something to fill my stomach for tomorrow.
Then I would enjoy writing again.
Then I would enjoy being a poet again.