NaPoWriMo day 19

Another rough draft. I really should make more effort to polish these poems up before I publish them. I suppose it’s the nature of something like NaPoWriMo, the purpose is, for me at least, to stir my creativity. I haven’t had a lot of success.

End Of The Beginning

Words flowing from mind to fingertips                                                                                                                                                         A tale running out,                                                                                                                                                      growing without knowing how.                                     

  They appear on the the screen before me,                                                                                                                                                     changing the plan                                                                                                                                                          with every click-clack of keys.      

  Where did those twenty thousand words                                                                                                                                                        appear from? I’m sure there                                                                                         were only five thousand when wrote the first   Draft?                                                                           

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