Hold onto your hat for some of the worst. first-draft. drivel. ever. Sigh. It’s about the practice, I remind myself. It’s about writing something every day.
NaPoWriMo Day #5 The prompt for Day #5 was to write a cinquain. I have done, and I am unhappy with it, but I will post it for the sake of posting and work on it more later. “Evensong” Choir and organ, brass, and drum resounding, gilded now with songbird’s chirp-trill.
NaPoWriMo Day #6 The prompt for Day #6 was to write a valediction, a farewell poem. “Saturday’s News: A Valediction” O liquid bread, the bread one does not knead, as my muscles and pains were kneaded and pressed, the topic of you arose. It seems your yeast and my liver do not much agree, and inflammation may be traced back to you. O foamy gold and thick brown eyes, I am told we must spend time apart, take a trial separation, for six months or so, to test our connection, see how it affects the heart. I don’t need you, dear elixir, but I cherish your society, and as I walk through this bitter vale, bereft, as I drink instead of the grape or the leaf or the well, know that I will miss all the little things about you. Be e’er-loved.
NaPoWriMo Day #7 The prompt for Day #7 is here. “Spring Break” The break was not much of a break. Three days were devoted to grading, while four were filled with guilt. The stack has not reduced yet by half. School resumes mere hours from now. Will this teacher’s tensions between grading and life ever end?