Poetry Gone Wild

We’ve written 29 poems in 29 days. If anyone had suggested this madness a few months ago, I would have said, “You’re freaking nuts! I enjoy the variety offered by my blog. I write whatever I want, whenever I want, in any format I want… 30 days of poetry would put anyone in the loony bin… or leave them not wanting to write a poem for at least 28 dark moons and a partial eclipse.”

Yes, I’m almost sure I would have said at least half of that, bejeweled with unpleasant words. And I would have been wrong without knowing it. Filling the cruellest month with poetry is one of the most satisfying things I’ve done in a long time (aside from, well, you know… the sex-making thing *that’s like lovemaking, but louder*… stop giggling, you knew I was going to say it). Anyway, back from the tangent… Poetizing April has been great. But we aren’t done yet. We must write the 30th.

For day 30 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015 (the last day!), You choose your topic, my Wicked Luvs. I can’t wait to see what your Muse will say when nothing is asked of her.

Instructions? Nah… If we don’t know what to do by now, then we are doomed!

I wrote this, and posted it on Instagram, the day I decided to join the challenge… At the time, I thought I was going to base all my poetry on chronic pain. I’m glad I modified things…