So NaPoWriMo is coming to a close. All those people who have endeavored to write a poem every day this month can all breath a sigh of relief tomorrow. Hopefully, as I think is the point of NaPoWriMo, all you good poetry-writing people will carry on. Maybe two poems a week, maybe more, maybe less but there will be a pattern in place for you to set time aside to do this.
And believe me, setting the time aside is the hardest part of writing. That and actually having an idea. Then actually getting it down. Then planning everything so it all makes sense. Then finishing the piece. Then editing.
But all that aside, setting the time aside is hard, important and necessary. I hope everyone does carry on writing. I hope you all decide to try and find the time.
I, however, do not have a choice. While everyone else’s challenge is coming to an end, mine is but a third through. It was fun when it started. I think I wrote a few not-too-bad pieces in the first couple of months. One has even been chose for publication in The Misty Review. But, as one person posted in a comment on here a few days ago, my poetry has dropped off in quality and perhaps quantity. I know this. I am finding it hard to find things to write about. During NaPoWriMo, there are prompts which have been helping. OK, they have not helped increase the quality but they have certainly given me a starting point which has been a massive struggle. I am going to miss the prompts. As of Friday, it is back to staring into the abyss that is my brain for the merest, slightest start of a spark. Groping around for loose wires to bang against fraying metal to try and get a fire going in what, I hope anyway, is a predominantly fire-resistant zone.
I feel cheery today. Right, let’s get this poem out of the way so I can get back to stressing about my impending philosophy assignment deadline.
Here is a poem. The prompt today from NaPoWriMo is to write a poem in the form of a review.
This is not my first time visiting the hallowed
learning streets of The Open University. In fact,
it is the third time. The first two times I stuck to the
tourist-friendly parts that I could feel comfortable
visiting. Creative Writing Towers and
the very modern area called Advanced Creative Writing
Plaza. There’s plenty to do and see. Poetry Shops,
Short Story Restaurants, Scriptwriting Alleys to explore.
You’ll never get lost because there are plenty of tour guides
and information points. they are not ever-present but always
at hand when you need them. I created some very special
memories on those first two visits and would give anything to
be able to go again, to those parts of the town.
The third visit was different. The sky was in perpetual darkness.
There may have been a new town planner appointed but
the streets have all been moved around, everything
is a one-way system, even for pedestrians and it is too easy
to follow the system into dead ends and inescapable
circles. All the signs have been removed and replaced with
a code of symbols with no discernible pattern. My favourite
literary shops have all been razed to the ground and a
hedge maze has been erected in their place.
There is an entrance which seals up behind you
and no exit. Atop every lamp-post, a speaker has been placed and
on the hour, every hour words bark through it as though
they are command; rationality, reason, subjectivity, normative,
affective. The list goes on. The make the visitors weary
and the streets are tarred with the tears of the
And finally, right in the middle of the town, an imposing tower
has been built. Spires that touch the spilled-ink skies,
gargoyles on every ledge, spikes that seem to grow and penetrate
every other structure around it.
The name of this temple is
Key Questions in Philosophy.
NB – Keri’s poem will come later today.