NovPAD Week 2
Poems of Creation
I offer up this sampling from the past week’s attempt to keep up with November Poem A Day 2025. Although Week 2 was a bit more of a haul than Week 1, for some reason I can’t exactly explain (running out of steam?), I’m giving it my best shot…
Prompt #9: Harvest BOUNTY After the harvest, we put up beans and relish for the unyielding season. We shred zucchini to freeze, thinking ahead to holiday breads and hand delivering a still-warm treat to neighbors who smile and feign surprise. **** Prompt #10: Gardens MY GRANDMA WAS MR. MCGREGOR Scent of cucumber, I’m back on Grandma’s back porch - watching for rabbits. **** Prompt #11: Cities AH, PARIS You’d think it would be Boston or Cambridge or Portsmouth even, places where I’ve lived and worked and grown to know the difference between love and longing. But no. It’s Paris where my mind immediately mapped, the city where we saw the rainbow over the Champs-Élysées, where the D’Orsay opened doors into the completely ordinary other, where a croissant became an out of body experience. I was young, sure, but Paris will forever be for me that city of cities that left me undone.
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I completely agree about Paris.