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.

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Prompt #10: Gardens

MY GRANDMA WAS MR. MCGREGOR
Scent of cucumber,
I’m back on Grandma’s back porch - 
watching for rabbits.

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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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