So it’s April and that means NaPoWriMo is once more upon us. I wrote this yesterday, but didn’t take the time to post it.

A REQUEST

Hello again, my foe, my friend.

That time of year, I hope, I fear.

A time for dreamers, and for fighters and for those who wish to heal.

This dreadful fate I love I hate.

With pen in hand, again I stand.

Shape words for dreamers, and for fighters and for things so much more real.

But I demur, postpone, defer.

Try to avoid, obsessed, annoyed.

I write for dreamers, and for fighters and all those who fear to feel.

I write each word, ignored, or heard.

Be read or not, recalled, forgot.

I am the dreamers, and the fighters and all those whose souls I steal.

Now read each line, if not, that’s fine.

Each word by me, enslaved, now free.

Give to the dreamers and the fighters and to poets this appeal.

Come write your verse, or prose, or curse.

To free your heart, or mind, some part.

Art for the dreamers, and the fighters and to all your soul reveal.

Cheers, Winston