#NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-four

Bone Dry

Pen in hand
open to
blank page

Gossamer
the ebb
and flow
of verse

NaPoWriMo Prompt Today, I’d like to challenge you to channel your inner gumshoe, and write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. Feel free to use just one, or try to go for broke and stuff your poem with similes till it’s . . . as dense as bread baked by a plumber, as round as the eyes of a girl who wants you to think she’s never heard such language, and as easy to miss as a brass band in a cathedral.

Good evening and welcome to day twenty-four where my mind refused to speak in simile. So I read my book most of the day. I picked up The Midnight Library by Matt Haig and started reading it when my semicolon haiku was posted on the Haiku Pea podcast. A little eerie of a coincidence since the subject of the book is suicide. The protagonist, Nora, is able to try out various alternative lives on the premise there is a multi-verse from all the different choices we make in life. Our root life goes one way and a new branch grows off the choice not taken. It’s interesting to wonder what your other selves lives are like. Nora in between life and death after attempting suicide gets to find out.

Blank Slate

The last week
of April
is here

Well of
Inspiration
dry as the
Desert

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