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NaPoWriMo: The End of Days, and the Inspiration Fairy


I think you love me
in your own fashion;
but it’s not as much as I love you,
or perhaps you’re just shit at showing it.  

So what now? 
What do we do with this love
if we can’t bring ourselves to take it anywhere?
Because my interest in dalliance is waning. 


I often wonder about the men, the friends
who read these love poems.
Do they see themselves in the words?
Do they assume the inspiration? 
I think perhaps they must,
and I think perhaps that I
must disappoint most of them.  


I want the easy comfort of devotion, 
the warmth of knowing who has my heart
at all times.
I want the sweetness of knowing
that his heart is mine,
beyond a doubt.  

Aaaannd DONE! Woo. Wow. Okay. This challenge has definitely reminded me why I don’t write poetry often anymore: poetry without inspiration is CRAP.

My playwriting teacher  always used to caution us not to wait for the Inspiration Fairy to come bursting out of our chests bearing with it the most perfect work of writing ever conceived, because it was not going to happen. I think this is very good advice for prose writing. When you’re working with a longer piece, half the battle is just getting it down; and more often than not, the style isn’t as important as the plot, the characters, the actual content.

Poetry on the other hand is almost exclusively style, at least by my definition. It’s all about how you say it, not necessarily what you say, which is why things like nonsense poems exist. When I write poetry, I’m more inspired by a certain turn of phrase that pops into my head than by anything going on around me. That’s why this challenge was so difficult; I used up my inspiration quota for the month in the first week. I’m not proud of most of these poems, from a technique standpoint.

BUT I am proud that I didn’t wuss out and quit when I was like ten poems behind, and that I didn’t cheat and put up poems I’d already written. I may not have done it daily, but I wrote thirty poems in thirty days. It normally takes me at least three years to write thirty poems.

On a completely irrelevant note, I have the cutest puppy in the world.

5 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo: The End of Days, and the Inspiration Fairy

  1. I resemble your remarks — re your prose explanation, that is. Like the song says, “Some days are diamonds, some days are stones.”

    1. So true, haha.

  2. … you do totally have the cutest puppy in the world…love this post.

    1. Thanks! I love him. 🙂

  3. I don’t see men in your poems. I see you. Inspiration is always at our fingertips, we simply need to write.

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