There’s no date on this poem, so I’m not sure when exactly I wrote it, but it has to be at least a couple of years ago. Anyway, given I’m knee deep in my NaNo novel, I thought this was rather appropriate for today’s post.
NaNoWriMo
This is not for the faint of heart
A novel, written in thirty days
November first is when we start.
Just thirty days to do your part
The writing comes in such a haze
This is not for the faint of heart.
Writing itself is quite an art
E’en when done in such a blaze
November first is when we start.
Winning this sets us apart
Writing without hope of praise
This is not for the faint of heart .
Some will not finish what they start
Others have their secret ways
November first is when we start.
What wisdom is there to impart
A secret, key, a magic phrase
This is not for the faint of heart
November first is when we start.
Villanelle form
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