Poof, just like that and April is gone with the wind and with it my fourth NaPoWriMo. Thank you for spending it together.
Prompt 30: “This prompt challenges you to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place.”
A while ago I saw an online invitation to write a poem with this title and saved it for a special occasion.
Thank you for all your prompts, poems, time and kind words throughout this month. I’m staying right here, not (perhaps) with this many poems but I always have something to show, if nothing else doors on Thursdays. See you next year if not before. Be well, world.
Put the dishes in the dishwasher but not like that The plastics go up, the skillet right here, see? Don't put a small glass in the corner or for some reason it won’t get washed. Put one pot in the middle and then lean the pans against it from all sides, like this. Water must be able to go around. Put in all the stuff. Who cares if the wood cracks or the knives unsharpen. Don't wait for it to be fully full. Run it anyway. Life is short. Use normal salt. It’s the same as dishwasher salt, only cheaper. But above all, fill it quietly like I am doing it now, so that you don’t wake up your love who you think is sleeping but is actually writing the last poem. And then run it anyway. This is how you reach the end of the month. And now what?
An assortment of examples of how not to do it from around here. This is Tuscany too.
This day in my NaPoWriMo history (2019):
Bath on the path. Pack on the back. Bath on the pack. Back on the path. Pat on the back.