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…

25 thoughts on “Poetry Gone Wild”

  1. This has been one of the better April journeys I have made, and while I thought today would bring only huge relief, it also brings a little regret==amazing!!–that it’s over. Except, of course, that journey is sort of on an everlasting loop–many thanks to everyone here for their kind support, and especially to the Instigator in Chief. ;_)
    Here’s my last for April:

    A Friend of Order

    • I’m right with you. I’m so exhausted that I’m looking at this ending with a delirious smile, then I think about the fact that we might not interact as much as we’ve been doing, and the smile falters… Well, I’m sure we’ll do something to hold us over until next year’s torture *wink*.

  2. Thank you Magaly for your patience with me and my crazy schedule. Thank you to all of the authors that have shown me beauty through your works and words. I’m not a big commenter, but I loved that I could touch words from the muse in different forms. It takes great courage to stand up and say you can accomplish something as monumental as this. Please, beautiful poets, the world needs you so much. Please keep dripping your sweaty, tear stained, joyful celebrations on the pages of the Interweb. We need to eat your words and savor their delicious human spirits.
    That said, my last entry is one from grief. Sorry about that.

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