While I again wrote two poems to separate prompts, they overlap. David from Round Rock Writers pitched a picture of a sunrise through trees and Maureen from NaPo coached a style. These are in the order I wrote them. You’ll see what happened.

A new day is a symbol of hope
in a hopeless world.
One where deep sadness
is hidden but tasted by many.

While all life itself
is a hopeless endeavor,
always temporary,
phenomenally rare,

I sense, while I can,
that surviving
the darkest night
brings me morning light.

And that light injects
me with desire
fueled by another day
of precious life.

Day 6: In my NaPo poem today, I was to try writing with a breezy, conversational tone, while including at least one thing that could only happen in a dream.

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Hey, I’m gunna go stand in the yard.
Wanna come with?
I like things better when you’re there with me.
You don’t need to dress. Footwear’s optional.
I know you hate shoes.
We dunna need ta talk. You’ll hear the birds.
Fookin’ loud buggers on Spring mornings.

Just gunna watch the sun rise with ya—
if you want. With me. No obligation, Love.
It’s just that with you there beside me
everything feels different. Safer. Better, an means more.
It’ll only be a minute. So? Ya wanna go?

I’ll show ya this thing we can do.
If you hold up your hands, if ya can,
and close your eyes, you can literally
feel the Sun wrap its arms around ya.
And it’ll kiss ya. We can try it.
Are ya commin’?

Look east then west in the mornings.
Be barefoot so you can feel the morning dew on the grass with your feet.