NaNoWriMo

As November continuously plows onward, I become farther and farther behind in NaNoWriMo (that's National Novel Writing Month, as I failed to mention in its entirety before). This is mostly due to the fact that my past weekend was spent away at a water polo tournament we won for the Conference Title the third year in  a row-- something that hadn't ever happened before in our conference. And even though I was home mostly all day Sunday, I decided against being home for more preferable circumstances.

So now I'm behind. And I'm really incredibly tired. So instead of putting more time and effort into this blog post, I'm going to share with you... no, not a part of my novel, but a poem. Specifically a villanelle that I wrote about six months ago as an assignment for English class. Simply because I had to.

Take my words and treat them with care

Give them no opportunity to sink into the night,

If you are wise, take on the dare.

The words hold more power than a mortal can bear,

They’ve brought the deepest dark, back into light.

Take my words and treat them with care

You must enter the realm, no one knows where,

Wrongs don’t exist, though nothing is right,

If you are wise, take on the dare.

Of this advice, receive only your share,

For that alone may escape your might,

Take my words and treat them with care

The weight of the task is lighter than air,

With the strength to make everything go white,

If you are wise, take on the dare.

It may do well to remember the power of the pair,

If you shall accept, step forward to fight,

Take my words and treat them with care

If you are wise, take on the dare.

(Can you tell I was watching Lord of the Rings while I wrote it? That would also explain why my sonnet sucked.)