Instead of NaNo

[magentamn]

My Nano writing is stalled. This is what I wrote this morning instead. It's still a work in progress.

The Write Land

November is the cruelest month, breeding
Writing out of the moribund mind, mixing
Memory and frustration, stirring
Dull minds with falling rain.
Summer kept us hot, sweating
Earth in heartless sun, feeding
Our lives with fresh veggies.
Autumn

Comments

A useless comment

[mle292]

There's no "like" button on LJ, so I must just tell you in a comment that I liked this poem. :)