tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30514582.post7342898772477075113..comments2023-07-06T08:03:44.771-07:00Comments on TROY'S WORK TABLE: NAPOWRIMO #29: UNTITLED (BLACK PSALM)troysworktablehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10134124055869148540noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30514582.post-53667088228935225082016-04-30T10:22:04.825-07:002016-04-30T10:22:04.825-07:00I always forget how long the month of NaPoWriMo se...I always forget how long the month of NaPoWriMo seems until I'm in it. The end is like finishing a long race: I am tired but exhilarated and filled with a sense of purpose.<br /><br />The reason I only gave peeks at poems is two-fold: (1) it allowed me a bit more freedom to not necessarily be finished with a poem before sharing a part of it; and (2)technically, none of the poems have been published and are therefore able to be submitted elsewhere.<br /><br />Thank you for following along through this process!troysworktablehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10134124055869148540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30514582.post-37743174993566467202016-04-30T07:43:11.217-07:002016-04-30T07:43:11.217-07:00Almost there. This must feel like the end of an in...Almost there. This must feel like the end of an incredibly long, 30-hole, disc-golf course. I have enjoyed the glimpses of larger poems, as if I am out there somewhere, and I look up:<br /><br />There goes the disc, flying between trees and I cannot see the thrower or the hole. Sometimes I hear the chinking strike of the frisbee on the chains. Sometimes I hear some swearing. Sometimes, in the distance before me, I catch site of the disc-golfer himself. He seems to be sizing up a distance, a goal, but he is also looking at the sky, the grass.<br /><br />I'll enjoy reading them in full versions.Ada Ludenowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07589970923634307551noreply@blogger.com