4 Nov: NovPAD Day 4

AI digital art: old man on a bike

I. Poetic Asides: In the (Blank)

In the Squinting Hours

It’s 5am.
November.
Fourth.
It’s pitch-dark,

except for the tangle of light
that the curtain lets through.

I hear the paperboy whose
hair and beard are as grey
as a cloud, and who moves
as slow as words on a page,

and he’s doing his rounds
on his bone-shaking bike,

and there’s a word for this
moment, but it’s pushed
down inside me, and I can’t
for my life think what it is.

II. Miz Quickly’s: 10 words:
November stairs dog sentence effort since required beans wrench careful

It’s Just Another Word

When did God make death such a wrench.

November is a half light of
a decaying moon, and since when
does darkness come so soon.

Since when do lessons come
without effort, and since when
do sentences require questions.

Beans are cooking in the pot,
simmering away ethos and
pathos, and epos, and I still

hear her footsteps on the stairs,
I still smell the scent of wet dog.

And what do I do with a word like careful.


These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: AI produced ©Misky .

19 responses to “4 Nov: NovPAD Day 4”

  1. Love both of these, Misky. These lines are gonna stick with me awhile:
    “November is a half light of
    a decaying moon, and since when
    does darkness come so soon.”

    We “fall forward” this weekend, and I don’t like when it gets dark (like, DARK) at 4:30pm.

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    1. We did that two weekends ago, and I always say the same thing … Ooooh it’s so dark so early!

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  2. Twonderful poems

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  3. Since when do sentences require questions? Good question.
    Both of these made me think, and in a good way.

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    1. So “Anonymous” is Barb C. who’s too lazy to fix her password right now. Soon…

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  4. Okay so this “Anonymous” is Barb C. I’ll get it together someday.

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  5. “And what do I do with a word like careful.” – excellent ending.

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  6. Such wonderful poems!! I love them both. The 2nd one has especially powerful imagery. But what is that thing sticking out from the man’s front to beyond the neck of his bike? 🤣

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    1. I have no idea, and I have no idea why I didn’t notice it until you mentioned it! 😂😂

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  7. The paper boy. Grey hair and beard and a bone-shaking bike. Wondermous!

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  8. Wonderful work, Misky. Love them both

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  9. I think for your first verse the words are ‘being present in the moment’
    For the second… Careful can be a good word. 🙂

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