Monday, November 11, 2013

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



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Wednesday, November 6, 2013

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.





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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.)





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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.



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