So that's it. After thirty days' ceaseless formulating and writing poems, I've finally completed NaPoWriMo 2017. It's been a long challenge indeed, but looking back on what I've written this last month, I can safely say it was an unqualified success (unqualified due to my inexperience at this kind of challenge).
What strikes me looking through my NaPoWriMo catalogue is how the challenge forces you to think on your feet while writing and searching for ideas. While I had my usual tropes to fall back on - tiger poems, animal poems, poems about Wales - I've branched out into new territory with some of the other poems I've done. We've had poems about catfish, we've had poems about chimpanzees, we've had poems about worms, we've had poems about Bugatti, we've had sonnets, and we've had poems written in trochaic octameter. All in all NaPoWriMo has forced me to go outside my comfort zone a bit, which is a great stage of development for any writer.
Due to the fact that NaPoWriMo isn't so much about quality as about quantity, the constant demand to produce a poem a day for a month has been a bit tiring. Still, I think it has strengthened my writing abilities, as it has with many others whose work I've been seeing. For my first completed NaPoWriMo, it's been quite a good ride and I look forward to taking the challenge on again when it comes around next year.
In the meantime, I've got a few things approaching fast on this blog. There will be more poems as usual in the next week or two, another instalment of my newest feature, Frynwys Features, and more updates on the long-gestating Mametz Wood project.
To all of you who participated in NaPoWriMo 2017, well done and good luck for the future!
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Monday, 1 May 2017
Tuesday, 11 April 2017
NaPoWriMo #11: Flight of the Veyron
It seems cars are becoming a regular feature of my NaPoWriMo journey. We've already had one poem about the legendary Jaguar E-Type, so here's one about the equally majestic speed king itself.
Flight of the Veyron
A thousand horses
imprisoned in sixteen cylinders,
released at the press of a foot
on the throttle.
From the horse and cart
to a car with the face
of a big cat in a trance,
fixated on the track,
on moving in a straight line
faster than any speed warrior
has travelled before.
Hugging the tarmac,
retracting its rear spoiler
like a peacock's train
and tearing down the road
in a blur worthy of hyperspace.
Flight of the Veyron
A thousand horses
imprisoned in sixteen cylinders,
released at the press of a foot
on the throttle.
From the horse and cart
to a car with the face
of a big cat in a trance,
fixated on the track,
on moving in a straight line
faster than any speed warrior
has travelled before.
Hugging the tarmac,
retracting its rear spoiler
like a peacock's train
and tearing down the road
in a blur worthy of hyperspace.
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