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Napowrimo 2018 Day 9


Control

  • Start a brand new to-do list


    NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 8


    Aquatic

    When the ice caps finally melted,
    flooding the globe one hot summer,
    consuming many major cities,
    We were caught ignorant and unaware.


    NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 7


    Gleaming

    Everything is precious in this early light.
    A fox shuffles between discarded kebabs,
    with shimmering fur, golden and new.
    A high-rise, shining, is a forgotten temple.
    Glass shards scattered over the pavement
    are countless stars, illuminating the tarmac.
    Emerald leaves grow from amber branches
    to shine on us both, staggering stragglers,
    almost home, with the rarest crystals for eyes.
    Overnight, this city was built again out of silver,
    just for me and you, my sapphire love.


    NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 6


    Fog

    The white cliffs had no end,
    edges eaten by cloud,
    an invisible sea below.


    NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 5


    Boundary

    I am mostly empty,
    Ninety-nine percent space.


    NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 4


    Discovery

    After crossing the vast nothingness,
    months trapped in a steel coffin
    with inches between us and death,
    we crashed into the red dust.


    NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 3


    Apologise

    Fine, I’m sorry I punched you
    hard in the eye just now.
    But you walked in front of my fist-
    What did you expect?


    Napowrimo 2018 Day 2


    Grey

    He lived his days in monochrome;
    grey suit, white shirt, grey tie,
    bought in bulk to avoid choice.


    napowrimo 2018 Day 1


    I'm doing this again. Last year I quite enjoyed the process of creating a brand new poem every day in April so have decided to do it again.


    Creative Anxieties: Fear of not writing enough


    This blog post is late. I was meant to write it last week, but life got it the way, as it always seems to do. It's not just this week's though; the self-imposed schedule I imposed at the start of the year has slowly slipped away. This, inevitably, leads to guilt and worry. More specifically, I always feel like I'm not writing enough. I need to produce more. When I do write, it never feels like enough.

    It's not just me though. Have a look at this thread from Rebecca Williams about the constant guilt and pressure she feels to continue writing:


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