Never too busy

Day 30: 'write a palinode – a poem in which you retract a view or sentiment expressed in an earlier poem. For example, you might pick a poem you drafted earlier in the month and write a poem that contradicts or troubles it. This could be an interesting way to start working on a series of related poems. Alternatively, you could play around with the idea of a palinode by writing a poem in which the speaker says something like “I take it back” or otherwise abandons a prior position within the single poem.'

I can't quite believe we're on our last day of this challenge. It's been an amazing month,  during which I gained the confidence to arrange a contract with Amazon to publish a collection of my poems.  So far from taking a break,  I now have to knuckle down and do some work! 

This last Napowrimo/ Glopowrimo poem contradicts the impression I gave of my husband in my list poem "Always too busy".


You're never too busy to put aside
Each Friday, to spend the day with me, 
To walk and talk and share and cook, 
And find lots of ways to indulge me. 

You're never too busy to plan fun things
We can enjoy in the future together
Exotic trips to far flung lands, 
Matthew Bourne at the theatre.

You're never too busy to help me when
I'm stuck halfway through a new project,
You offer solutions, wise words, calm me down, 
Resourceful in ways unsuspected.

You're never too busy to cheer me up
When things threaten to overwhelm me,
You're a friend in need, a true soul mate,
Reassuring with all that you tell me.

So if I get grumpy, and moan that you're not
This thing, or that thing, whatever
Just know I'm grateful for the things that you do
I'm so glad for our great life together.  


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