Welcome to my latest way to prove I am congenitally self-centered! Also an exercise in trying to meet my goal of being a prolific writer in 2022. So, in addition to writing 1 short story each week ( Because Ray Bradbury said you can’t write 52 bad ones – challenge accepted!) I will be attempting to post an original poem each day in April. This is not going to be easy – I’ve not really written poetry since college. So, these will be thrown together each day and not very edited.
I can hear you now – sucky stories and bad poetry? Sign me up.
For more information about the blogging challenge, see http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
This weekend, we will do a road trip and visit fellow A to Z bloggers!
I remember the night always ends softly
The sun yawning the day into existence
Sunrise in my 20’s
Long fingers of light reaching across the sleeping campus.
Each day a new black page waiting to be filled.
When did it stop?
When did sunrise get loud, demanding?
When did those stretching fingers clench into a fist and daily strike?
When did the blank page become a pre-filled calendar?
When did sunrise stop being a poem
And turn into a commercial?
Miss Andi said:
oh how I love those last lines! well done!
Damyanti Biswas said:
The sunrise is such a magical bliss!