I have been going over my NaPoWriMo poems with the intent of putting them into a single volume. During the challenge, I tried to stick to a timeline that gave me two to three hours each morning to read the prompt, write the poem, then post it to my blog. Most days, I was able to complete the task in about an hour, on a few days, it took a little longer.
I am pleased with all the poems that I created, so I will share a few with you—without the prompts.
My childhood home disappears
Behind the climbing tree
My first college dorm fades
Into the brownstone facades
My apartment with the narrow stairs
Slowly hidden by its neighbor
The rented house seems smaller
Even though I’m not the last to leave
The waving line dwindles
While the music plays
I must have missed the point
When the mountains yielded to the prairie
I looked away for a moment
The ocean gone when I return my gaze
I am sometimes filled with envy that
The rear window has seen the last
Of all my firsts
Where will we be in a year?
Ask me then.
Where will we be in a decade?
Ask me then.
Where will we be in a century?
Ask someone else.
Where will we be in a millennium?
Ask someone then.
If you can find someone.
If there is anyone.
If we made it.
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Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.