Our minds is nothing
More than a snake weaved around a
Garden rake; strangling insentient and bodiless
Apathy. Unravel its potential. Acknowledge its worth and tangibility.
Treat it as a neurotransgendered synapse jousting
Androgyny. A tribute to
Which we do
Not work to attain.
Let thought wring beige paper- mâché
Droplets; suffocating epiphany as each dense
Constricting twist taps your creative ambitions before it loosens its hold. We have
But one mission as artists and that is to never
Let laziness; that obstructive,
Brief to feed
Our dry back-burnered ambitions.
Make every note you write, play or sing breathe eloquence.
Make your brush strokes thick before time bleaches your palette and your hues can only speak in
Arthritic dialects; incapable of grasping
Even the least satiated
NATIONAL POETRY WRITING MONTH (NaPoWriMo) 30/30 CHALLENGE
BELOW ARE MY DAILY 30 IN 30 NaPoWriMo CALENDAR OF POEMS.
SOME HAVE BEEN SLIGHTLY LATE (don't you F---IN judge me...)
CLICK ON EACH DAILY LINK TO SEE THE POETRY CONTENTS.