I’ve decided that the only way for me to manage NaPoWriMo is to play. This rather odd poem began scattered across the page (see text below) and then I decided to do something entirely different:

when the winds come
                            and the fire

blue veins swollen
                    tick tick tick

pacing, swinging
            the language detector

searching     searching

for just the right word
                        clickclickclick

when the winds go
                        and the fire

                ash smoke debris

tick tick tick

    pale roots
            green shoots

                                    unfurl

[Click the image to see credits & larger sizes at flickr.]