(Welcome to my latest exercise in an attempt to reach 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/)

Dare I Disturb the Dawn?

Dare I disturb the dawn
With little thoughts, little words
(Did I run the dishwasher last night?
Do we need more diapers?)
With worn words of sunrises, new beginnings, gentle breezes?

Dare I disturb the dawn
with silly stories, with unpondered thoughts, with unessential essays?
calling myself a writer, storyteller, poet (hah!)
While poets – Capital P Poets-
can move the world with a redacted email?

Dare I disturb the dawn
daring the muse to meet me
daring the internet to not crash
daring dragons to come and be named —
God knows naming them is hard enough. I am not one for violence.

Dare I disturb the dawn today?
Or will I instead let the day disturb me?
Who is in charge here, anyway? Sometimes I would like to see the manager
Because I know how things should be run
I have the privilege that some will listen to me (not everyone, but some)

And I know that the day WILL disturb me
If I do not disturb the dawn.