Practice
I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times. – Bruce Lee
If you wrote a poem a day, it would take
more than 27 years to reach 10,000 poems.
Though I’ve written longer than that, I haven’t
penned a poem each day the entire time,
so I’m definitely short of the mark. Will I know
when I cross that threshold? I know not
to expect confetti or the heavens to part,
but I hold out hope for some kind of sign:
the click of tumblers falling into place, some
small feeling of competence or satisfaction.
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Hope you get that feeling. If not, we will bring the confetti!
Keep at it!
Like:
hold out hope for some kind of sign:
the click of tumblers falling into place,
Throw confetti for a single tumbler moving, for each poem, for the satisfaction of it! See you next June!
I’ve enjoyed your specific concrete images and your poems this month
I don’t know if it’s because we’re on the other side of crisis this time or what, but I’ve enjoyed writing, reading, posting, and commenting more this year than any previous LexPoMo. Thank you, wonderful poets! <3