NaPoWriMo–M is for…

Multiply, Magnify, Quarrel and Spar


When the muse and I are meeting,

the tryst is often fleeting;

instead of loving and kissing, we spend time sparring,

and soon it’s her I’m missing and my poem I’m marring;


weary, bleary, all fagged out;


toppled, knocked-down, then dragged-out.

I want to feel better

like a real go-getter

but she ends up catting and hatting,

and I end up calling her out

Am I sinning

or am I winning?

My clarity is thinning

as my poem I’m (re)beginning,

and she just sits there in the corner, smirking, grinning.


Feeling snoozy and woozy after a catnap intermission,

sleepy but not weepy as I plan my word-sedition,

it seems so fitting

that I’m still here sitting

weaving a doubled webbing

as the day’s last hours are ebbing,

but the warp and the woof of my threadbare woven words

come apart under hoof, under fingerpecks like birds;

and the slighted, put-off muse seizes my cloth

and eats holes and hollows in it like a moth.



This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo.  To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that incorporates the idea or at least presence of doubles.

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