NaPoWriMo At The End

Good bye NaPoWriMo We’re At the Very End

 

Good bye NaPoWriMo, as tired as I have been

It’s truly inconceivable that you’ve become a friend.

I’ve never written poetry, but every day I’ve tried

And I tell you truly now, that my poor brain is fried.

 

My Microsoft Word is always open

And I lock myself into my den.

So I won’t miss a wondrous thought

A tape recorder I’ve even bought.

 

You’ve made me rhyme my sentences

I know by looking at my friends it is

A fact that they just want to escape

Or on my mouth put masking tape

 

I’ve a reservation in the Looney bin

But I’ll be adding to their poetic din

Goodbye my NaPoWriMo friend

And to the winds I will this send

 

I’ll ne’r forget you leading me

On to this smooth and wondrous sea.

You’ve opened a hole into my brain

That can empty itself like pattering rain.

NaPoWriMo, 2013, #18, Beginning and End (Prompt)

FOREVER

Impossible to look over your shoulder when you need to watch the face.
The face looks at you so kindly. You dare not drop the mace.
The eyes that twinkle merrily while sucking out your life
while behind you moving slowly is the same face with a knife.

You would think you’d learned your lesson and just pack your bags and leave.
You get so tired of watching and you do so need reprieve.
But why bother when you know these things and its way too late to quibble?
Besides, you’ve tried
You’re tired now
No Time
Watch out
Impossible