Hail, ye, the fulfillment of this dare filled my very soul Euphoric passion and lavished praise for the 30 poems Letting the seed grow in the grounded heart Liberated the words for jewels to flaunt, and Orchestrated a chain to entangle my thoughts. Good Lord, grant me the wisdom to pursue On this cruise I set out to the ocean of words One prompt to another was like a mystery solved Deliberately rhymed and versed to satisfy my whim By and by, next April spring will come too soon Yearning that the seed has grown with a solid trunk Earnestly I wait, and patiently I learn.
With over 1500 participants for NaPoWriMo this year, it was indeed a very good season.
And so now for our final prompt, we are challenged to write a poem of farewell since today befits the final poem. It is not necessarily a goodbye-forever poem, NaPoWriMo will be back again next year. For a little inspiration, here’s selections of goodbye-and-good-luck poems from the Poetry Foundation website.