NaPoWriMo: Finishing Up!

Obviously NaPoWriMo has been over for a few days now, how sad! Unfortunately, I had a lot of things going on so I was unable to finish at the time. But I am just going to go ahead and do my last two posts right here, right now! Also, I want to thank Maureen Thorson for running napowrimo.net and any fellow NaPoWriMo-ers who visited my blog, read, commented, encouraged, creeped, what have you. All because of NaPoWriMo, my pageviews on my little unappreciated blog skyrocketed and that was very exciting for me! I also got my first ever review of any of my work (another thank you to Maureen for being so kind and featuring my blog early on). It has been a wonderful experience to write poems regularly and to read other people's poems. Hopefully, I will keep up the habit of writing poems frequently because it can be very cathartic and calming to me. Without further ado:


Day 29
Prompt: Write a Review Poem

Napowrimo.net
provides a poetry prompt each day in April
provides a poetry resource each day in April
features a participating poet each day in April.
It was quite an enjoyable thing
To see others my praises sing
(That isn't very humble of me...)
It was quite a challenging thing
To create a new poem to bring
To respond to the new prompt each day
It helps poets, novices and masters, alike
To refine their art
It creates a modern community
To make sure there is no discontinuity
In poetry being written
And encouragement being given
An enjoyable experience indeed
NaPoWriMo.net, I give you five stars
Forever in your debt,
Sharon


Day 30
Prompt: Write a poem backwards (oh no.... so for this poem, you will want to read from the bottom up, although it might be interesting to read from top down, we shall see)

Goodbye
I think its time we said
But really
I never wanted to hurt you
My love does not spontaneously combust
But it can't
So we can start where we left off
You just want the fire to burn brightly
You don't want to try to ignite a spark
But you aren't willing to try and start fresh
To the kind that refuses to go out
It might grow from a small slow fire
And cared for,
Provided with fuel,
Protected,
Perhaps a spark, could relight it
Like the ashes of a fire, the embers long burnt out
But inside my feelings are all dead
That you believe I love you too
That you see us together
You say you love me
So that a fresh piece of wick could be lit
The wax would need to be cut off
The wick is too low and burnt to be lit anymore
I am like a candle that has burned too hot for too long
And cold to such feelings
It turns mute
A burned heart does not want to speak the language of love
But I have been burned too much before
I can tell what you want
By the look in your eyes
You say
"Hello"


I think it works reading either way, but it makes a smidge more sense if you read from the bottom up.

Fare-thee-well NaPoWriMo,

Sharon