The Finish Line #NaPoWriMo

Yay, it's over! The 30 day write a poem marathon! And I'm so ecstatic to say that I didn't miss a day! (Which is a first I can tell you! - My commitment to things usually falls flat on its face at the first few hurdles....) 

Anyway, it just goes to show that you don't have to wait around for inspiration to land on you like a magic-wand tap. Nope, it's there and all, ready and waiting to be accessed. If #NaPoWriMo taught me anything, it's this. 

A big congrats to all you bloggers who participated! Some great work was produced! :)

~ Siobhán

NaPoWriMo Finish Line

Well, it’s over now -

I’ve passed the finish-line

of the thirty day poem-a-day

tag yourself some verbal meditation.

Take a bow – the diurnal sacrifice

is done, dusted, the Muse so delighted

that she smiles and throws light

in my general direction.

Ding dong the doubt is dead -

with a hi-yah, ka-boom, take that,

karate sensei chop; go NaPoWriMo! 
daily pom-pom poems flexing

fingers to write without prompt

or pre-meditated occasion.

Now, my medal of knowing how to turn

the straw of ordinary everyday 

into poetry gold. 


© Siobhán Mc Laughlin April 2013

 

Some More #NaPoWriMo Poem Offerings...

I'm really enjoying the #NaPoWriMo poem a day challenge! Here are a few more of my daily efforts... (posting in the name of National Poetry Writing Month...)

Any one else out there doing it? How's it going?

~Siobhán

Pit-Stop (A Giver’s Remorse)

Some days

her heart feels

like a one-stop pit stop,

the kind

with chewing gum

pock-marked all over,

a careless spit blitz

of use and misuse,

relics of waste

from those who have

been,

loaded up,

and went on their way,

destination-greedy.

Some days

she watches their tail-lights

dilate in the distance

and regrets

how (conveniently) empty

she's become.

 

Meet-Cute (Haiku)

It was cute alright;

you and me and the gold light,

haloes all around.

 

Saturday

Saturday is like

a patch of green grass rest

in the week’s towering

concrete.

 

Why I Like Writing Poetry

When the right words

fit into the right place

on the page,

the world fits too.

And everything opens up

like a wide-eyed smile,

not the frown it

sometimes pretends to be. 

 

No Poem Day

I can’t write a poem today

because

my mind is stuck

in first gear

and anyway

there’s a traffic jam of thoughts

a mile long

bumper-to-bumper

honking horns
all blare and flare

to get through

first

and the red light

hurts my eyes. 

***

© Siobhán Mc Laughlin