Why National Poetry Month Makes Me Anxious
It’s National Poetry Month
and all across the internet
poets are dutifully posting a poem a day,
the blogosphere is loud with words
like babble, ripple, burble, unfurl
glow, glitter, shine, glisten
winds are blowing
suns are setting
dawns are breaking
waves are crashing
on every available shore
and birds, yes, birds
are chirping, trilling, twittering, even singing
nature is under siege
but I have to admit
I’m not up to it
I don’t have the diligence, the discipline
the creative bandwidth
all I want
is to produce
just one clear image
and nail it to the page
like a proclamation.
Stopdraggingthepanda 
Yup. Sounds like a plan to me.
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Manage Expectations!
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wonderful
to know it
that you’re
a poet 🙂
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I’m a poet
but I can’t
bestow it!
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I don’t know how I missed this one—- it sums up exactly how I feel about Poetry Month, and most prompts too!
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Yep, too intimidating for me!
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