And today I'm mostly writing precious trash,
trying, and failing, to write a party hat
out of toilet paper, a whistle from a squib.
Sitting here in the sun it IS all beauty though,
a short trip out of tired, stressed, stretched.
Here I am happy hippy, sunshine and smiles,
home I shall be, grumpy, rushed-off-feet.
Melting into the sun's tender embrace, relaxed
for ninety minutes, alone. Just breathe.
© Mary Parker 2013
And that's it, my first NaPoWriMo attempt. I've kept up fairly well, a couple of late posts but on the whole it's been good. It has become a bit of an academic exercise, since I normally write if and when inspiration hits, so having to produce a poem at least once a day has been a great discipline.