We’re at the end of April and I’m honestly not quite sure where the month has gone. With the start of May comes the end of NaPoWriMo and I must say, I’m sad to see this challenge reach its final day, even if I did run out of steam over the last few days.
For those of you who are blissfully unaware of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). April is the month where insane poets like myself undertake the challenge to write thirty poems in thirty days. A lot of us share these poems on our blogs or social media platforms, and it’s a great opportunity to seek out fellow writers who share the obsession of poetry.
This year I wanted to write a poem for each of the optional prompts that NaPoWriMo provided. As it stands, I have two poems still left to write as I missed the last four days and I decided that I’d still have a go at writing poems for those last four poems over the first few days of May. However, if you count up the total number of poems that I wrote during April, I did hit the target of thirty. In fact I wrote thirty-nine poems during April. Therefore I’m not too annoyed at myself that I didn’t write a poem for each of the NaPoWriMo prompts within those thirty days. In fact I’m pretty proud of myself.
So, while I reveling in my thirty-nine poems, I wanted to take a moment and look at some of the other poets who took part in this challenge. A couple of weeks ago I invited anyone taking part in NaPoWriMo to join a guest post series on this blog for May. I had six volunteers and the first of those will go online tomorrow evening.
The premise for the guest posts is simple. The poets just need to say a bit about themselves, share the poem they’re most proud of from the month, and then tell us about what NaPoWriMo meant to them.
For me, NaPoWriMo is about challenging myself to write poems in a style that I might not normally use. That’s why I try and stick to the prompts. Every year I look at those prompts and turn my nose up. Then I go away and force myself to write something for them. Some days I hate it, but it can lead to some interesting poems that I wouldn’t have otherwise written. This year wasn’t any different.
As for my favorite poem from NaPoWriMo 2018, I think it would have to be the first one I wrote. My response to the early bird prompt, Letters To Nowhere. I think I spent the rest of April chasing the same feeling that I got from writing this piece but never quite managed to grasp it again. So, that it what I will leave you with. My first, and favorite poem from NaPoWriMo 2018. I hope you enjoy it.
Letters To Nowhere
There are no postmarks for lost corners,
you can’t address an envelope
to the shadows between the pavements slabs
where you slipped from reach
days before I noticed you were gone.
When my hand closed around thin air
I could feel a chord pulling down,
yanking through my chest
into some deeper part of me,
where everything lost collects
and vanishes all at once.
The weight of your ghost became a stone
knocking against my ribs
like the second hand on a clock
forever stuck in turning circles
coming back to the starting mark
over and over again
until no one comes to wind it.
I still turn the covers of my bed,
expecting to find you inside some nights.
Pressed between the sheets
as if you’d been there all along
simply waiting for me to come back.
It is almost too easy to dream.
I’ve loved all of your NaPo poems! I’m happy to have found your blog. 😊
I emailed you the post for the Wrap up on April 27. Hoping that you received it.Could you please confirm it?
Yes I did. Sorry for the delay in response, things got a bit hectic. We’ve only got a few for may so I’m going to space out the guest posts a bit more if that’s okay
Ok Thanks Carol for letting me know.No worries.Let me know if you have decided the date yet.Appreciate your efforts.
Come to me
You look like
So much far
Gently take me
In your glare
And then burn me
With a flare
Lovely imagery! There is so much to tell about unrequited love. I think this poem speaks to many of us with such powerful message. Who has not experienced heart ache and longing for someone we cannot be with? Love all the images, especially this for its originality: “The weight of your ghost became a stone/ knocking against my ribs/ like the second hand on a clock/ forever stuck in turning circles”