Editor Christopher Writes – #PoemADayForAYear: 01/04/15. NaPoWriMo Day One

So it begins. National Poetry Writing Month. I will be taking part with the prompts posted on NaPoWriMo.net Editor Keri will be joining me on here this month so it will not just be my own thoughts rattling around in an empty space, like a fly trapped in a barn.

Here is a poem. The prompt is negation – describing something in terms of what it is not.


Oh, what is it? When something lingers

in the tip of your tongue and you grope

around in your brain for the word.

Like when someone asks you to name

a country beginning with J and every

single one falls out of your head.

Anyway, what is it? That thing.

It’s not a wide open space, it’s not a harbour

or dock. It doesn’t house boats, planes,

shoes, hamsters or geese.

Come on, come on. It’s right there.

It’s not a claustrophobic space.

It’s not a sett or a bedsit,

not a two up, two down.

It’s not a hedge maze with living topiary.

It’s not…Germany!

No, that’s not right.

It doesn’t have roads, well not inside.

It, oddly, doesn’t have bins.

It doesn’t have level-headed commuters needing

to travel cross-country efficiently. It doesn’t have

regular running services that always run on time.

Oh what is it? It’s right there, the most tenuous

gravitational field is keeping it from tipping over.



Day one

Day zero

And I feel Like

Patient zero.

Too many late nights,

Early mornings,


Phone calls

Intermingled with

Unfulfilled promises

Of pancakes,

Topped off with

Maple syrup

And bacon.

The rhythmical tap of my


Keeps my time.

Day one

Day zero

Zero promises


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