Last Day, Last Stand: Farewell Poetry and some ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz's

It's been a Zany, Zooey, and yet Zestful (A to Z Challenge) month of blogging and experimenting. I made it! I did! Now, it's time to finish up, wrap up, and look to exploring some new friends and fellow blogger/writers, who have stopped by to visit. The Tempest is over and I am feeling sad. The final poem for NaPoWriMo is a Farewell Poem, a poem saying goodbye to the friends of this months both Theatre and Writing. I have had some pretty awesome moments and some struggles, and a failure, but it's been great, awesome even.

I attempted Camp NaNoWriMo, but with my theatrical schedule and the blog challenges, I feel behind. I don't regret it, because if I never try, then how will I know. Also, I have about 18,000 word head start on November's NaNo. There is always a silver lining. I recommend NaNo, whether April's Camp NaNoWriMo or November's. It's a liberating challenge and lots of fun when you have the time to devote to it. 

I am going to work on my short stories, and revisions of completed works, while I do the A to Z Reflections

post, and visit other friends/writer's blog (leaving comments and such). Get connected and stay connected! I'm going to work on making my blog the best it can be and write, write, and write! There are a number of other little projects, but I will post about them as they are completed.

Remember to check out the Blog Hop for A Round of Words in 80 Days!

Dear Readers, thank you for coming to visit my little space on the interwebs. And now, I give you my final bows....

Final Curtain

It's time to say Goodbye,

The story has come to an end,

The final curtain bow,

The encore is finished.

Oh, the stories we'll tell,

The adventures

And mishaps

And the favourite moments.

Theatre is like a family,

But so can an online

Community.

There are laughs

And tears,

Struggles and triumphs.

The best are the ones shares.

While the fanfare is dying--

The lights begin to fade,

I can see the now empty theatre

With its solid echoes

Ringing against the walls

And my ear drums.

The last poem is written--

The last alphabet blog typed clean.

I feel just a little bit saddened

That these moments are sliding away from me.

Many times,

I have complained

Many times,

I struggled to make

The deadlines--

Yet always did I.

The play maybe over,

The blog challenge

Complete,

But only onto the next project

Is what I seek.

3:16 pm