Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt called for a poem that uses repetition, while Poetic Asides suggested writing something about “evening”. Here’s what came out of the mix:
faster the less you pay attention,
like everything that slips in unnoticed. Silver inch of growth
in the part of your hair, shimmery skin cells sealing a wound,
lines on the face memorializing every frown or smile.
solemnly when you are not listening,
whispers of gold and pink asking you to let go
of fulgent preoccupations. A coolness in the gloaming,
offering calm restoration.
steadily no matter how much you long for pause,
reliable reminder of all you cannot, should not control.
Winds calm, stars test the sky with the first pricks of light,