November flowering at Dusk

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The French doors swung open with a smack;
icy to the touch,
every shard of glass susceptible to pounding of wind
between violet rounds,
I wonder as to what the ground holds sacred,
why November flowering at dusk is quiet?
The heavier sky,
sweet and sour embraces where wild simply grows,
where wild simply growsβ€”
do we side with sacrilegious joy or holier ache?

Scent would diminish, would simply fade away
if we did not exchange it from time to time,
chrysanthemums bursting,
coming into play; I’d say their temperament is fickle,
unlike that of an arrow, a whale,
or grapesβ€”
soon it will be time for darkness to sweep the trees,
newspaper, thickest of traffic,
I wonder what bitterness would voice first
if it could,
between scuffle of feet and fight, between
scuffle of feet and fightβ€”
do we bid our time or bellyflop without deviation?
The French doors swung shut with a smack.

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Kristina Skoreva, ‘flower in clear glass vase’, Unsplash

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Comments

  1. Ingrid says:

    I love the sensory imagery of this post, Sanaa! Your words appeal to all of the senses while staying firmly grounded in the concrete world around us. Thank you for taking part ❀️

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ingrid πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  2. Grace says:

    I love the dusk reflections between the opening and closing the doors. Soon a heavier sky and darkness will envelop us, but hopefully not with bitterness. This is my favorite part:
    I wonder as to what the ground holds sacred,
    why November flowering at dusk is quiet?

    1. Sanaa says:

      Yes, hopefully! Thank you so much, Grace πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  3. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    I love how you started and ended with those doors. It gave the poem such an excellent framing. The imagery of all that happened and the use of repetition made me appreciate November a bit more.

    1. Sanaa says:

      That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Bjorn πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  4. the entrance sound is entrancing – what a vivid and vivacious tread through the month with all its twists and turns of thought:-
    “The heavier sky,
    sweet and sour embraces where wild simply grows,
    where wild simply growsβ€””

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, my dearest Laura πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  5. Dora says:

    Sanaa,
    What a riveting read, opening and closing with French doors, the sharp sound of reality into the mix of November’s evocations! Loved the blend of the tangible and the intangible in your words.
    pax,
    dora

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dora πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  6. Sunra Rainz says:

    What a wonderful scene you have painted here, Sanaa! From colours to sounds to smells, I am there in the moment. So many good lines! I love:

    “I wonder as to what the ground holds sacred,
    why November flowering at dusk is quiet?
    The heavier sky,
    sweet and sour embraces where wild simply grows,
    where wild simply growsβ€”
    do we side with sacrilegious joy or holier ache?”

    But the whole thing, really – adore <3

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, my dearest Sunra πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  7. Doors open, fine poetry enters, reader is treated to excellence, doors close.
    Way to go SR.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ron πŸ˜€ so good to see you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  8. I like all the transitions in imagery and the questioning of the shifting and “exchanging” of scents, etc, so much is observed and examined in the “pounding of wind” between the opening and closing of those French doors with a smack! Good stuff!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, my dearest Tricia πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  9. Kerfe says:

    The exchange of scents…exactly, the perfect image.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kerfe πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  10. Gillena Cox says:

    The revelery of November quiet flowering is at the open door. The back to reality is at the shut door. Nice contrasts here.

    Happy Tuesday

    MuchπŸ’›love

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Gillena πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

      Much love back ..

  11. I like this, especially how you began and ended it.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Jenna πŸ˜€ so good to see you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  12. I love the way you carried me through the doors opening and closing. Each line filled my senses Sanaa. Beautiful ❀️

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Christine πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  13. K.Hartless says:

    The doors open and shut provide such a great concrete frame for the imagery–love the need for scents to change so we can truly appreciate them sorta like the seasons.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, K. Hartless πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  14. rob kistner says:

    This is most excellent Sanaa β€” wonderful writing! πŸ™‚

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Rob πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  15. Charlotte says:

    Very nice visuals!

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❀️❀️❀️

  16. A wonderful poem Sanaa. Great images and metaphors.
    Scent would diminish, would simply fade away
    if we did not exchange it from time to time,
    This is so true… Seems there is more to seasons that just our trip around the sun.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dwight πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  17. rog leach says:

    this is a poem i will come back to for another read i enjoyed it that much.

    1. Sanaa says:

      That is such high praise! Thank you so much, Roger πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  18. Ron Rowland says:

    “Scent would diminish, would simply fade away
    if we did not exchange it from time to time”
    I had never thought of that, but it is so true.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Ron πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  19. This plays so cleverly with time–as you’re reading it feels lazy, narrative, and then with the last line you realize that all happened in a second. it’s brilliant, really.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Alexandra πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  20. Jane Dougherty says:

    November is chrysanthemums here too. Funereal.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Jane πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

  21. Helen says:

    A fascinating image which is followed by exquisite poetry … enjoy your day, Sanaa.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Awww gosh! Thank you so much, my dearest Helen πŸ˜€ you made my day! πŸ’„β€οΈ

  22. Mary Hood says:

    I love the imagery derived all from a french door’s shards of glass! Exquisite!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Mary πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  23. gorgeous, Sanaa <3

    -David

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, David πŸ˜€ so glad you liked it πŸ’„β€οΈ

  24. Small fuss,” the wind between “violet” ( Perhaps violent?) rounds. Easy typo, easy not to notice. Your refrains do spice up the piece. Is this a particular form, or just how the poem wrote itself? This is another excellent poem, beyond a ballad; wonderful word-smithing.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Glenn πŸ˜€ so glad the poem resonated with you πŸ’„β€οΈ

      Here it’s violet. It is deliberate, for purposes of describing the duration of dusk.. πŸ™‚

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