Day 11: WDT '14

WDT '14

Well, I'm really paying for it today, despite careful planning.
My neck and shoulders and back and feet are all in pain.

I wanted to do it anyway, though I knew it would be this way.
I am willing to sacrifice comfort for what I perceive as gain.

The deafening roar and driving rhythms of the night
Carried me away and left me feeling insane.

I found that I, Amy, am on board the Wisconsin Death Trip
And I can't think of any reason I'd want to get off this train.

Day 10: All In

All In

It's done and done
and done some more
I've got the paper
I'm out the door

I'm finally finished
No more to take
Classes are done
Let's have some cake

I am a Master
They told me as much
I guess that's good
and happy and such

It's all over now
Think I'll head out
Take a long nap
and then scream and shout

I'll take a deep breath
and let out a sigh
I made it after all
So stick it in your eye

Day 9: Slacker

Slacker

So, I missed a few days.
So sue me!
Who's even reading this anyway?
Why do I even care?

Because I should.
Because I do.

Poetry is life,
and just like life
I can no longer
sit around and wait
for it to come to me.

Therefore and furthermore,
this becomes a building of a habit,
a practice of a practice,
to move past hurdles
and
    write
           every
                  day............................

Day 8: Pithy

Pithy

These lines will be silly
They won't be long
They're light as a lily
And soft as a song

I'm writing these lines
To prove that I can
For poems that shine
And fly from my hand

NaPoWriMo
Is what it is called
The trick is to go
And not to get galled

Just write what you feel
When it comes to mind
You'll see that it's real
If you let it unwind

Day 7: Meanwhile, I'm Expected

Meanwhile, I'm Expected

I'm expected, of course,
to remain steadfast,
to quell my desires,
to be demure,
to suffer in silence.

           Meanwhile, inside,
           I'm trying,
           I'm lying,
           I'm crying,
           I'm dying.

I'm expected, of course,
to have a smile on my face,
to hide any pain,
to be consistent,
to endure unbeknownst.

          Meanwhile, inside,
          I'm reeling,
          I'm keeling,
          I'm kneeling,
          I'm feeling.

I'm expected, of course,
to be perfect,
to say all the right things,
to be normal,
to hold onto my sanity.

          Meanwhile, inside,
          I'm dreaming,
          I'm scheming,
          I'm teeming,
          I'm screaming.