Day 1: NaPoWriMo 2021

An Invitation from the First Day of November

I am November, the crossover
into winter. The start of months

that I will drag on slow as clay.
Slow as a long curve. Slower

than ditchwater with scum
shivering on top.

Winter, slow as lamented loss.
Winter, when grief slows time.

Slow, slow as damp plaster’s chill,
or as vacant as a stare. And I will

pull you into the slowness
of sea grass, and the coldness

of a slow dying star. Come into
winter, and we’ll crossover. Slow.

What words need saying to a needle
that your foot finds in a haystack.

It’s NaPoWriMo again. Every November. Written for Miz Quickly Nov 1 “Slow” and NovPAD 1: Correspondence. Poem II. is an American Sentence. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

9 responses to “Day 1: NaPoWriMo 2021”

  1. Very.


  2. It’s all I can do to get through the April NaPoWriMo thingy, though I might try to be at least somewhat participatory this month. I’ve got lots of other distractions (appointments etc) scheduled but…we’ll see.

    Nice work here, Misky. I read it. Then I read it again, slowly. Cool. I like the idea of slow clay. Salute!

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  3. “Winter, slow as lamented loss.
    Winter, when grief slows time.”

    I don’t know if it is because winter is coming or I’m just getting old, but, I feel these lines in my bones.

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    1. Just speaking for myself, I heap the whole thing on winter. 😂


  4. Splendid scummy dishwater image.


  5. ‘“Winter, slow as lamented loss.
    Winter, when grief slows time.”

    Beautiful lines, Misk!

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    1. Thanks so much!


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