Let me just say that I think NaPoWriMo was a success this year.
Now, before you go telling me that 12 poems can’t possibly constitute a good month
according to my previous work and typical productivity, I can assure you
that I wrote a hell of a lot more than that. And also, why would you be judging me so hard?!
For some reason, a large portion of my writing for the month
just didn’t feel up to the same standard I’ve grown accustomed to.
But I look at this learning experience to show me
that creativity has infinite shades of color
(I ignored shades of gray on purpose).
If you’re jamming along with a nice shade of pale blue,
it’s hard to give it up for a chartreuse. But
when you make the change, you remember why
variety is the best way to flush out wild imagery.
So that’s what happened. Some of the colors came out dark,
sometimes murky, sometimes counter-intuitive to what the eye
might think is appropriate for an attractive palette.
I’ll most likely come to terms with this phenomenon soon enough,
with an outburst of work (like how it always seems to happen).
Just wanted to check in. Thanks for humoring me.