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Hello friend, I am Timothy Kimo Brien, head instigator at Create Art Podcast where we help you to tame the inner critic and create more than we consume. Every year in April National Poetry Writing Month occurs, this is a challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days and comes from the NaPoWriMo site. When you participate you are given a prompt every day for 30 days and you can choose to follow the prompt or not. Each prompt has a commentary with it and a style of poetry that you may not be familiar with. I enjoy it because it stretches my creative muscles and helps me organize my thoughts. I also really enjoy a good challenge. There is also an opportunity to read other people's work as they post on their websites and for you to comment on their work, giving them encouragement or offering a suggestion. Care to join me on this journey?
Day 9 Prompt
Our (optional) prompt for the day is to write a poem in the form of a “to-do list.” The fun of this prompt is to make it the “to-do list” of an unusual person or character. For example, what’s on the Tooth Fairy’s to-do list? Or on the to-do list of Genghis Khan? Of a housefly? Your list can be a mix of extremely boring things and wild things. For example, maybe Santa Claus needs to order his elves to make 7 million animatronic Baby Yoda dolls, to have his hat dry-cleaned to get off all the soot it picked up last December, and to get his head electrician to change out the sparkplugs on Rudolph’s nose.
Day 9 Poem
Dealer Day Planner
The coffee percolates and sputters
As it fills the carafe
The promise of bitterness permeates the room
As he opens his eyes
The sun is about to rise
But its still too dark
to see much out his window
Turning on the phone
And awaiting the avalanche of messages
To arrive in his inbox
You’d think that if he took a straight job
There would be a rule against
Pilling on the work so early in the day
But then wearing a starched shirt
Designer ties
And an alligator belt
Has never been his style
Eyes still recovering from the dream
That he had to leave
In order to get a jump
On the ever frantic day
Customers are always annoying
With their need to feel like
You owe them something
Just because they have the cash to part with
And you have the supplies they can’t live without
Doesn’t mean you are their man servant
He looks with bleary eyes
Wiping the sand from last nights
Ever present visitor
And stares at the blank pages
Of the nondescript calendar
Figuring out the day of the week
He then focuses on his memory
And the entries are filled
Only visible to him
Never write down a name
A number
Or an amount
The messages flood in
Most marked as urgent
Coming from those who don’t know
How to handle their addictions
And need to find another habit
Dad has the most
His most frantic and wealthiest customer
But it isn’t his Dad
He cut ties with his father years ago
And Dad, well who knows if he actually has a father
But that is the one he needs to reach out to first
So he pours through the 23 messages since midnight
And determines how much product...
