NOV PAD - Day 6 - All Hallows Even

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All Hallows Even

Halfway to winter, well into autumn,

preparing for seasonable slumber, I am

tucked away beneath several layers,

wanting only to be undisturbed.

A grumbling stomach

sends me foraging for food –

a night like any other, I think –

only the mood is somewhat 

skewed.

My stomping ground, normally so peaceful, placid –

teems with people tonight – my plundering interrupted

by thunderous skipping, jumping, laughter, shrieking;

feet shuffle, scuffle, leaves and bags rustle,

doors open & close, lights flash,

vehicles roll slowly past.

Curious scent of sweets, chocolate breezes, tempt

but something tells me to steer clear of the street;

I lumber away, skulk back to my lair,

hunger lingering, 

still

for Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge - Day 6:

A perspective poem

NOV PAD - Day 5 - Scars

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Scars

No concealer could hide

the scars inside.

No hand raised in anger

would ever best those verbal beatings,  

word-wounds, alcoholic accolades.

Nary an asylum from mincing razor repartee,

nor any refuge from box-cutter rebukes;

only a perpetual hiding

for which there is

no make-up.

for Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge - Day 5:

Concealed and/or Unconcealed Poem

NOV PAD - Day 4 - Score Sheet

Score Sheet

Destined for failure, they are –  

by mutual agreement.

Both

believe their path to the prize lies

in following the score

(yet, neither

perceives the disparity

inherent in their sheets).

While one focuses fully 

on composing harmony,

the other fixates 

on reckoning errors, strikes & fouls.

(Denouement.)

for Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge - Day 4:

(Blank) Sheet

NOV PAD - Day 3 - Summer Girl

Summer Girl

The last time I was here

she appeared

out of place:

 dressed for the weather (not the season),  

sporting short sleeves, cotton, pastels –

a tropical palm tree

plopped in an autumn-glory forest.

I saw her as awkward, uninformed,

out of touch, but

kinder eyes

might see summer

in this green girl.

for Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge-Day 3:

The Last Time I Was Here