NaPoWriMo23: Early bird, early bird: What’s the question?

It’s almost that time again; just three days to go before the start of National Poetry Writing Month, NaPoWriMo 2023, now with extra cake, candles and balloons (I hope!) as it prepares to celebrate its 20th Anniversary.

This is my second year of joining in the attempt to draft a poem a day throughout April. I was pretty chuffed that I managed as well as I did last time; almost making it to the end; stopping only because of a family crisis. I’ll go easy on myself this year, so may not share everything I write. It’s not the winning thst counts, (as they say); it’s the taking part, but watch this space anyhow.

So, here’s a ‘warm-up’ poem I wrote last week, inspired by a random prompt generator; task, to answer a question without actually asking it to begin with.

Can you guess what it is?

How dare you ask!
Didn’t your mother teach you
not  to ask personal questions?
So, I don’t drive,
though  I fly in my dreams;
that thin line between
freedom and sleep paralysis
from a 45 year-old nightmare:
Reminder of the exam you never took;
performance you never gave;
room you can never find;
vocation few ask about
let alone know of.
Oh - and poetry, bad poetry…

(Image from my 2021/2 Sketchbook Project contribution.)

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