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A spark,
a brief flash of flame
in a darkened room.
An idea flares with it,
the spark lights words
in the back of my brain
& sentences begin to flash
& flare inside my mind.
I reach for pen
for paper
to catch the words as they flow,
lest I forget,
& lose the light,
wasted before it fades
back to darkness.

NaPoWriMo this year has been different for me than previous years. I had less time to work on the poems daily, they were more caught as they poured out & recorded on the app rather than paper which is a first for me. I followed none of the prompts this year either but I still greatly enjoyed thinking in poetry, which I do fairly often in fairness! Altogether an enjoyable month of words. I hope you all enjoyed it too 🙂