I’m totally dragging on NaPoWriMo. It’s hard to try to be creative-on-demand daily, and then yesterday, I doubled down on forced creativity at a poetry workshop, writing 5 first drafts in 3 hours. The workshop was totally great, and NaPoWriMo has been, too, but it will be nice to slow down a bit. 🙂
For today and tomorrow, at least, I’ll post the workshop first drafts, instead of first drafts in response to NaPoWriMo prompts.
The prompt for this poem was two-fold. Firstly, you respond to the general question of “what did you do when you received ‘the news’?” Secondly, you pick a couple words from a list to incorporate.
Trying hard to avoid the news, buried in books,
It came anyway.
Sometimes the news carries a hard first punch,
followed by years of slow bruising.
I thought for sure that my heart would spill out of my mouth with my sobs,
but it stayed where it was as it hardened to empty rock,
and then dropped farther and farther down until it got to my feet.
Well, falling may not be fun, but it’s still the easy part.
But I find, that the higher I lift the stone, the lighter it becomes,
the more joyful I become, until it feels like a heart again.
I never wanted to erase you.
I just wanted the memory of you to make me laugh again.