Day three of NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge is to write a fourteener. Quite intimidating in terms of technique. A closer look at the heptameter and I realized that I had the wrong idea all along.
Today I learned, that I had not figured it out as yet,
To write, to rhyme and play with words, is harder than it seems.
To write few lines, is not enough to make me the expert.
In fact today, I feel like I am ill equipped for this.
Now I detest about how I got through two years like this.
I didn’t regret, I didn’t repent, I bragged about instead.