NaPoWriMo it is called, a poem a day for a month A poem written every day to work on a trend Like the pulp fiction writers of I don’t know when. I had a passing thought of why gluttony is a sin Eating all one wants and eating more, Charity done yet eating more until cholesterol blocks form Akin to forcing art out of the brush, pen, camera alike. Dancing when the heart doesn't beat in a rhythm, poems out every day And panic if the slave to the trend slackens As if one is an early [hench]man, with a spear alright Hunting words out and piercing them lifeless when commanded to write By none other than a trend! Gluttony is the meal the prize from the kill furnishes Consume consume until you throw up poetry Consume consume even your appetite is dead Consuming because consuming too is a trend, The early [hench]man has been given a task to kill words resting by the thought pool every day, Eat them more to burp or puke them out in a horrid way Not gently sing them out but throw them up with bile, vile! I wonder if art is merely a computer file of thoughts, Change extension and voila! Art is born from thoughts Or rather thoughts are changed into art What a joke! A whole month! Gluttonous henchman and a computer program is equivalent to making art now? A contemptible joke all right! ___ -Sameeka Sahban /Beginning #NaPoWriMo late and critiquing it./ ___ #poetryisalive #poetry #poetsofinstagram #napowrimo #wordlywise https://www.instagram.com/p/BvveaC1HSta/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19on5xh9xuzud
