Poem 20150413

Today’s suggested prompt from #NaPoWriMo is a conundrum:

And now for our prompt (as always, it’s optional!). In keeping with the mysterious quality of the number 13, today I challenge you to write a riddle poem. This poem should describe something without ever naming it. Perhaps each line could be a different metaphor for the same object? Maybe the title of the poem can be the “answer” to the riddle. The result could be a bit like our Day One poems of negation, but the lines don’t need to be expressed in negatives.


weeping, yet shedding not a single tear,
it bears an unknowable grief
its losses can be counted as eggs
like feathers strewn
across the lawn
or the whistling of wings
when the sun rises
so common, you know it all too well
well acquainted with its grey