The Poetics challenge at the dVerse Poets Pub this week asks us to “create a poem using the PLEIADES FORM : Using a ONE-WORD TITLE, write a SEVEN-LINE poem of SEVEN SYLLABLES EACH, in which each line begins with the FIRST LETTER of your title.”
Hmmm… Not really my thing, but…
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Nocturnaphobia
November’s almost over.
No matter. November has
never been my favorite.
Nights last forever. I have
no desire for that much sleep.
Near dawn, I do the Joy-dance.
Nocturnal rejoicing? No.
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
What a month? November
Happy Tuesday Ron
Much🖤love
I LOVE that, even with the prompt’s constraints, you still made it into a sevenling! Hahaha, you’re amazing at this!
I thought of you when I chose this prompt with its 7 lines the addition of N repeats is nicely negative and this line had me dancing too though I am usually asleep then
“Near dawn, I do the Joy-dance.”
The one reliably great thing about November is that I get to see a lot of sunrises, without having to pay too high a price for them. I get this poem, though. It’s been a long haul this year. I think we’ll all be doing joy-dances come the solstice this time round.
2020 has been a long stressful haul, and November turns out to be a doorway into the light of upcoming 2021, with Trump in the dumpster, and the Pandemic wrestled to ground.
I’m up all night but am not a night person. I do a Joy-dance when morning light comes also. Nicely done, Ron.
That is just the right attitude for dawn these days. The nights have been way too long for quite awhile now. (K)
You made me smile with this one. Well done, Ron!
Enjoyed this Ron. I love the night, probably because my circadian rhythms were long ago reset by decades of performing with my bands at night. Bedtime was 3:00 AM. I also come creatively alive at night. Like Gordon Sumner proclaimed, “ bring on the night! “
No-No-November 🙂 I don’t care much for the month either. December is where it’s all at.
Mystifying piece, those last couple lines are perfection.
Your poem not only has a brilliant title, Ron, it’s also a sevenling Pleiad! This November hasn’t been my favourite either, as I haven’t been able to visit my daughter on her birthday, and I agree with you about rejoicing at dawn. We’ve still got several months of long nights – spring will be a relief, especially if we’ve conquered the pandemic by then.
Lovely, I am not a fan of November either!
I like especially your enjambed line: “I have no desire for that much sleep”
I think I am more of a nocturnal creature for that is when my dreams come alive! Hey, I still love the morning sunrise a new
start.
I’m with you all the way, about November, winter, and this form. You did it though, proved you can, now you will never have to look at it again.
I am on the same line of thought… November is terrrible
You’ve captured the form….but my favorite thing about this is the title – brilliant!