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15 Nov: NovPAD An Aubade Poem

An Aubade Poem to Dawn

No good comes from waking
to the snap of rain
against the windowpane.

It’s a hard
crisp
petulant
pebble-dashed
clattering rain.

Nothing good ever comes
from a hollow egg.

These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts November poem-a-day challenge. Today’s prompt is write an Aubade poem. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.

Misky

Nov 15, 2022

AI Art, Miz Q, Poetry

21 responses to “15 Nov: NovPAD An Aubade Poem”

whimsygizmo

Nov 15, 2022 at 5:39 pm

Absolutely love the images evoked here. And this desert mermaid is wishing for that rain.

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1. Misky
  
  Nov 15, 2022 at 7:48 pm
  
  We had another 3” of rain today. It just rains and rains and rains.
  
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qbit

Nov 16, 2022 at 3:00 am

Very cool. I like how tight and snappy this is!

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1. Misky
  
  Nov 17, 2022 at 7:36 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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The Sicilian Storyteller

Nov 16, 2022 at 11:07 am

I love the sound of rain … from inside, warm and dry.

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1. Misky
  
  Nov 16, 2022 at 1:46 pm
  
  I think the majority of people in the UK have given up on feeling any degree of warmth. I’m wearing (counting … 1.2.3.4) layers on clothes, and I’m not at all warm. Nobody can afford the price of electricity or (natural) gas right now because of the “war” in Ukraine coupled with inflation. We’re having soup for lunch so we can warm up our core. But there are people suffering much more than us, that’s for sure.
  
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  1. The Sicilian Storyteller
    
    Nov 16, 2022 at 3:27 pm
    
    We here in the states are under the impression that places like London are generally foggy, damp and rainy.
    You paint a grim picture, Misky; sadly, it’s accurate.
    
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    1. Misky
      
      Nov 16, 2022 at 3:32 pm
      
      That’s winter. The rest of the year is glorious.
      
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Vinny

Nov 16, 2022 at 11:53 am

Great poem Misky. It chucked it down here yesterday too.

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1. Misky
  
  Nov 16, 2022 at 1:45 pm
  
  And it’s still chucking it down.
  
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  1. Vinny
    
    Nov 16, 2022 at 4:34 pm
    
    Ah it’s just a shower!
    
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Michele Marsh

Nov 17, 2022 at 1:18 am

Thank you for the alliteration always makes me day ❤️

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1. Misky
  
  Nov 17, 2022 at 7:37 pm
  
  Glad you enjoyed it.
  
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  1. Michele Marsh
    
    Nov 18, 2022 at 12:22 pm
    
    🥰👍
    
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abigfatcanofworms

Nov 17, 2022 at 10:45 am

oooh this is wonderful. I love the use of “no good ever comes”. It feels Whitmanesque. and that interesting introduction of the hollow egg at the end. And I love that AI image. fantastic.

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1. Misky
  
  Nov 17, 2022 at 7:34 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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Jules

Nov 17, 2022 at 4:03 pm

I’ve had double yolk eggs… but never a hollow egg.
Anything in excess can be hard to deal with.

I like the ‘sounds’ you imparted.

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1. Misky
  
  Nov 17, 2022 at 7:35 pm
  
  You’ve never “blown” eggs to make an Easter egg tree?
  
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  1. Jules
    
    Nov 17, 2022 at 11:31 pm
    
    Ah… I did that once in an art class to try the dying with wax decoreted egg… Not as easy as it looks.
    
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    1. Misky
      
      Nov 18, 2022 at 12:57 pm
      
      My mother did it every year. Hung the hollow shells on twigs in a vase.
      
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      1. Jules
        
        Nov 19, 2022 at 3:13 pm
        
        To each their art! 🙂
        
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