I.
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.
II.
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
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9 responses to “Day 1: NaPoWriMo 2021”
Very.
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Ta.
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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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“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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Just speaking for myself, I heap the whole thing on winter. 😂
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Then I will, too!
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Splendid scummy dishwater image.
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‘“Winter, slow as lamented loss.
Winter, when grief slows time.”
Beautiful lines, Misk!
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Thanks so much!
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