It really shouldn’t be a problem on day one of a writing month. Yet here we are, and already I know it will be a difficult thing to do. As with everything, finding time will be the main challenge to completing anything, to focus on writing, and trying to produce some poetry that can at a later stage be rewriten on and put into some kind of workable condition. It is our Poetry Cafe this week, and we are moving to a new venue in the Royal Hotel, Weston-super-Mare, this should hopefully make things easier for us in a much better and pleasant comfortable room with a bar handy with good beer and wine.
National Poetry Writing Month
I’ve watched these challenges unfold before, usually at a distance, and never tried it, so this time I decided to go out and see how well it goes.
Day One, The First Word.
The first word, like the last
is the one that causes all the trouble.
Swaying the silent majority,
preparing to cast the first stone.
The beginning of a troubled silence,
or an ending to the uneasy peace.
The blank sheet before you start,
the cursor blinking, an accusation
on the screen needing a denial.