I find myself on the last day of April admitting defeat.
Unfortunately pressure of work, family commitments and the builders gutting my kitchen a week earlier than expected (aarrggghhh) mean that I have hit my creative brick wall again.
I suppose I could have cheated and just posted some poems that I had in hand, or sidestepped the challenges, but no – I had to make life hard for myself!
I want to say I am deferring for a few days, and I will do my level best to complete – I am so going to try anyway…
Another day, another marker.
Nonetheless I have to read through the anagrams that the generator made of my name so it will take a. bit of thinking time
Triolets. At least they are short, if a bit complicated! Not a form fan but will stick with it – on the home straight now.
Was worried I wasn’t going to be able to keep up but I think I can put on a final burst and make it.
Will be back soon…
Natural world, animals, gardens…
Lines for fortune cookies! This was fun but I am sure I could do better if I took more time.
May you sup from the well of gorgeousness.
Always keep your friends close, and your in-laws at arm’s length.
Never look a gift horse in the eye.
You will find Nirvana somewhere other than a vinyl exchange.
Make your nail varnish shade “Eternal Optimism”.
Choose your friends carefully – do not settle for the nearest.
Delight in the iridescence of beetles.
Shun the last sandwich in the chiller at 1.348pm. It will be soggy.
Check your salad carefully.
Beware of of cocktails – they promise more than they deliver.
Life is too short for period dramas.
Remember, socks with sandals is never a good look – for anyone.
Peas are never identical.
We have to choose five words from a list…
I just feel like I am making rubbish excuses but I came up with a bit of a (near) limerick. I sort of feel, with some of the challenges, that I could spend days chipping away at them and still not write anything very good.
The challenge is to write a poem a day. I have made it harder by sticking with the prompts so I am going to be kind to myself, for a change, and say – you know what? I’ve still written x number of poems more than I would have done this month. I never said they would be any good!
In her non-stop regime to get willowy,
Jane kept something in her artillery:
boiled seaweed she smelt,
which kept her quite svelte
as it made her feel constantly bilious.
mall ads today and, just for a change, really can’t get into this in the slightest. Have fallen behind so just going to make an effort and move on. Sorry for the cop-out.
Romantic, rugged, mature male (GSOH). Own teeth, optional hair, WLTM attractive leggy blonde willing to be seen out on yacht and in sports car for travel, friendship and maybe more. Will non-negotiable – the cat gets it all.