Poetry Challenge Day 325 (Thu Aug 25)
What happens
when you set a goal to write
a poem a day for a year,
and you run out of things to say
after eleven months.
The choices that present themselves
don’t seem all that attractive…
You can always quit,
or write shit…
I guess you can tell
in which direction I am leaning.
I suppose the question you might be asking yourself is, “hasn’t he been leaning in that direction for the last eleven months?” A fair question indeed.