Poems from the Prompt and the Procrastinating
Do I suck or what? =P Thanks to the beautiful deception of backdating, anyone who comes across the W&Q will never know how late this poem was posted, but those of you who know the truth may now point and laugh.
My prompts nearly killed me at first, but after I figured out I had to approach them with a sense of humour (rather than a sense of vague insult and paranoia), they were much friendlier to me.
Question: Is change what we need?
Oh, hold back the drift of December a moment!
Turn not the last page of November too fast!
Why do we proceed to our deadlines so promptly?
And what do we find when we meet them at last?
Save me some daylight out of your kindness!
Spare the first candle of the new year!
Why do we hurry to have what is promised?
Why can't we linger with what is yet dear?
This poem is practically my life at the moment. You all have no idea. =P
And if you liked it--or even if you didn't--you will love the poems by our more punctual (and in many other ways superior) players . . .
One last note . . . I'd love to play again this December, but someone will need to volunteer to host it before Wednesday!