(thirty of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
i truly thought my ability to become the brook
i often find myself babbling about, here
and in real life would strengthen and enable
me to power through this poem a day for
thirty straight days. . .
This has not been the case!
i found myself many times in the Deep
(end of the pond) treading water, hoping
for a blinding bit of inspiration
if but for one day, at least!
Instead, i dribbled, spilled, threw up (arms)
in floccinaucinihilipilification desperation
posting what i was certain is crap only to find
it relatable, comical or wonderful
for many readers – Huh? (& Wow?!!)
and now, finally, this self exploring & torture
is winding down towards a much needed
rest and repast and for some weird reason
i find i am going to miss this. . .
a wee bit.
Only a little bit --
in May it’s back to being indolent!!