Last year was a great success for me. Not necessarily were the poems a success, but, instead, the habit that it spawned. Over two hundred poems have come of last year's NaPoWriMo. I hope this year will only serve to perpetuate that habit.
"The growing idleness of summer grass
With its frail kites of furious butterflies
Requests the lemonade of simple praise
In scansion gentler than my hammock swings
And rituals no more upsetting than a
Black maid shaking linen as she sings
The plain notes of some Protestant hosanna—
Since I lie idling from the thought in things—"
A Lesson For This Sunday, Derek Walcott
-Kylan
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