My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Monday, November 15, 2010

Day 63- NOT My Finest Hour

This poem is similar to "thus, with a kiss, I live"... except that this one sucks. Oh well. I said at the beginning of this that not all of the poems would be good. Some of them have been and will be (and, in this case, ARE) utterly, excruciatingly dreadful. But that, I suppose, is the rub.

A Poem
A poem, a poem, my kingdom for a poem.

PS. Expect to see more of these in the next few days. But don't worry, I promise to put a bit of actual creative thought and energy into at least SOME of them.
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