POETRY FOR 30 DAYS IN APRIL DAY 9

Project Details 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 to obtain The route to take And what to take for protection The rest of the messages he prioritizes Like an analyst receiving end of  fourth quarter reports For a Fortune 500 global corporation In an hour he has his deliveries planned And notes location Time to transit And approximate drama level for each customer Breakfast consists of toast, coffee, eggs and cigarettes A quick look in the mirror to see if a shave is warranted Then he dons the uniform Of looking nondescript No flash No labels No color to attract attention Dark grey, blue and black all look the same Three different caps in the car between trips With no logos will ensure that no one will remember He is ghosting in public He is everyone and no one He reviews his customers requests And sorts out the product With a little extra if they want a small party Or a taste test That costs extra unless you are a gold card member The five transit cards loaded up just enough in the three different wallets and he sets out ready to deliver all day and most of the night Overtime will not be paid but then he won’t get docked for taking an extra lunch As he finishes with Dad Who has just turned narc The knife slices through the artery And he dashes through the nearest window  That remained unlocked Out onto the street Today has gone bust As he ditches the stolen car For the nearest subway He noted on his way up to the apartment The competition didn’t catch him again But this is not a win So he heads to the brain trust To decide who else has turned Losing out on today’s scores Will not break the bank It’s called job hazards Acceptable losses And in less than a week Someone else will take the mantle of Dad Reaching Out To reach out to me, email [email protected] I would love to hear about your journey and what you are working on. 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