NaPoWriMo Draft 27.

Because it would be wrong to simply coast through the finishing line these last few days of NaPoWriMo (only 3 days, 3 poems more!), I set myself the task of using the abecedarian form, slightly adapted, for today. Instead of 26 lines, each beginning with the next letter of the alphabet, I have compressed it into 7 lines. It is probable that I will never do this again.

{poof!}

NaPoWriMo Draft 20.

Because I am positive my husband will think this is about him & be infinitely hurt, let me state straight off that my father was a snorer for the record books. That my mother was able for so many years to share his bed is a mystery best left to itself. My father may be offended as well, but since he resides in the Hereafter, I don’t expect I’ll receive nearly as much grief over this poem from that quarter. The form is what I call a reverse nonet.

{poof!}