Sometimes we begin things that we don’t know we’ll finish. We’ll start a novel on a Wednesday and by Friday we’ll have thrown it out and started playing violin. We’ll put spoonfuls of sugar in our coffee every morning until the scale tips too far and then we switch to tea with lemon, and hate it. But we just have one life, just this one, so if we want to we should write poems and learn to read music. We should have the good coffee and take a long walk. We should lay down and look at the sky and feel the grass beneath us and the wind over our bodies, because one day it will be lights out, everything will be gone.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: Wednesday, spoonful, and lights out.

This is the 90th and last poem from Maya Stein’s 90 day poetry challenge. I’m having a hard time believing it myself, but yes, I actually did write a poem every morning for 90 days. There were no cheat days when I wrote the night before or caught up the day after.

I built this writing practice into my day and one way or another I will keep it. I am working on 1,000 100 word stories, so that project will take a few years to complete.

What a journey this was, and what an accomplishment I feel!

I have to keep practicing every day to become better and better.

Goals!

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