It's Still Life

Say Something

We’re eating breakfast,
and can I hear
the clock tick.

You have to say something, I say.

I’ve interrupted his
oatmeal, and he asks me,
in that way he has about him,

Something? Why?

And I tell him I have to
write something.
With dialogue.

He finishes his coffee,
his toast, and then
just grins at me.

written for NaPoWriMo Day 2: Dialogue 1st, 2nd, 3rd person

It’s National Poetry Write Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.