Day fifteen of NaPoWriMo. Today marks the halfway point of NaPoWriMo. Though I am not really happy with the quality of what I have written so far, there is a sense of fulfilment of getting by so far. Ironically the prompt for today is to write addressing the poem itself. I have a particular affinity for anything meta.
Borrowed inspiration and forced rhyming,
Have been the mark of mediocre writing.
When you wait till the deadline is nearing.
You will get lazy and shoddy writing.
Trying to write about things that are dear,
I wonder what’s happening with this one here.
My attempts to be counted as a peer,
Among poets is falling short I fear.
There’s hardly a lack of inspiration,
If I’d overcome procrastination,
I would not have to write in frustration,
Maybe become someone’s inspiration.