So, beyond half-way through National Poetry Writing Month, and I’ve still managed to write something every day. In fact, today’s entry was written yesterday evening, so I’m a day ahead. I suppose it’s true that the more you use something, the easier it gets to use. This is as far as I have ever gotten in a multi-day challenge to be creative.
I still can’t rhyme to save my life,
Which caused the family untold strife.
My poetry is formless (sometimes meaningless) – let’s face it, there aren’t many rules for poetry, so if you say it’s a poem, it is. Still, I’m hoping the quality has improved over the month, although that’s probably questionable.
What have I learned?
- I can write something every day as long as it doesn’t have to be good.
- Something will inspire me every day, even if it was annoying.
- Poems that mention Rocky the Chihuahua get more hits than anything.
- Blind John Ellsworth may have a book when this is all done.
A long, long time ago, two kids sat in a room with plastic electric-look guitars and sang along to Beatles records. One became a musician. One did not. Listen to Jim’s records. Read my poetry. It all worked out for the best, don’t you think?