The show is over
You won’t get to see
my inner personality
The actors are on strike
they refuse to play
the daily drama
of good cop – bad cop
The interrogation of the innocent
suspect
always ends left of field
Guilty by inquiry
played by the cops
inner drama over
– strike
The show is cancelled
Next up: Les Miserables
Today’s prompt on octpowrimo.com is Catch Me When I Fall. It asks about the balance between giving support and receiving it. I tend to shut down when I need support.
That being said, I dedicate today to all #OctPoWriMo participants, readers and the people who provide us with the daily #octpowrimo pages. There’s a reason why I mainly write during October and April, the poetry months. And that reason is simple and clear: your support.
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I was thinking of a musical to wish you instead of ‘Les Misérables’ and realised I couldn’t think of one I’d want to wish on anyone!
Thank you! The Sound of music maybe? 😉
That one did spring to mind, but then you’d have to be very keen on adopted kids…
And a huge number of them too 🙂
It is my favourite musical though 🙂
Such an honest statement! And you are so right about the support we get here. It truly makes writing a group activity.
A lovely post and I think we are all guilty at times of shutting down when we most need support. Also love this community! 🙂
The only reason I even get up some mornings is the support I have from all of you wonderful poets and writers. Also, you are a most interesting musical! No no no Les Mis…that’s just too dismal, but I’ll exchange you a Scarlet Pimpernel? 🙂
I like your musical. I don’t wish another one to read and comment and support me as you do.
And I completely agree about the support we get from those who write and divine the prompts for us, even when I don’t necessarily follow them.
This year is a bit weird, as I am not “officially” taking part, but on the other hand, I didn’t even think I was going to be able to write AT ALL. So that’s good! 🙂
Please, keep writing and performing your musical. You’ll see, there is no other show quite like it, and we’d miss it if it were gone.
XO
Oh that final line.
DAT.
FINAL.
LINE.
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