NaPoWriMo: Final Thoughts (Day I don’t know)


[Three days left, and I haven’t posted on this blog since April 21. Due to hitting Real Life, I’ve decided to stop prematurely and throw in the proverbial towel. Here’s my last submission.]


I come to realize

A lot of what I say,

A lot of what I write,

Comes out naturally

Like free-written prose.


Thirty poems in thirty days?

I may have accomplished my goal

Weeks ago.

But who’s counting?

What I Say (Day 20)


What I say

Is not always what I think.

What I do

Is not always what I say.

How I feel

Does not always reflect what I do.

And what my mind wants

Is not always what my heart wants.

I am human,

And humans are inherently unpredictable.

Rose Cliches (Day 19)


Someone once said:

“It is easy to love a rose, but a great deal more to love a leaf…”

Why can’t I love both?

I can, can I not?


Dali once said:

“The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose

Was obviously a poet;

The first to repeat it was probably an idiot.”

Well, idiots can be loved too, right?


I say:

“Roses are red, violets are blue…”

But these are clich├ęs,

And don’t accurately define you.

Roses in my garden.

Roses in my garden.

NaPoWriMo Days 16, 17, 18


[I really need to update. Here’s 3 more poems.]


Home work, play work,

Paid work, mundane work,

Work on the side,

Work ’round the clock

Work that gives us pride,

Work that makes us hit rock

Bottom. But it pays off,


Who knows?

I work all the time,

Most of which goes unpaid

And unrecognized.

Only I know I did something.

Well I guess it could be worse.

Life is work,

But work doesn’t have to be terrible.

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