Peach stones show just how important it is to let go
of all that no longer serves;
crimson, almost darker than a drop of blood,
of leaves autumnal,
I never imagined I would write a love letter to the month of November
and yet here I am,
it’s conspicuous,
we are not the cloistered people we were months ago
but passel!
If you can read this,
I don’t know,
is there any reason as to why it should feel so wholesome,
a warm kitchen aroma
as peaches transition to cobbler;
when your fingers seal off the gaps between mine.
I was once told how autumn captivates with gold,
when life starts all over again
with the crispness of wind, when every leaf is a poem,
an answer.
Maybe tomorrow’s winter sojourn won’t seem so desolate,
I’d like to believe the era of new dawn has emerged
both politically
and psychologically for the nation, and moreover for the world
that continues to look upon—
medium violet, cerise, berry and damask
this feeling,
that follows as rays touch and reaffirm; we’ve finally managed to break through,
we’ve finally managed to break through!
Photo credits: Joseph Zbukvic Painting, Pinterest
Peter hosts at dVerse and discusses about poetry of witness
(aka documentary or information poetry) I chose to highlight
recent political changes. Come join us! 💝
Posted for Poetics: Poetry as Witness @ dVerse Poets Pub
your joy and lightness of spirit radiates throughout this colourful poem!
Congrats you did it … the rest of the world sighs with relief except the orange monsters three best mates that were no doubt rewarding him well to betray his own country … hopefully he will flee into exile soon to avoid all the charges awaiting him
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
What a fine letter to November and to the achievement of getting through – and for those still cloistered (or cloistered again) – such a hopeful piece. The details – the peach stone, the crisp wind and those wonderful colours bring this sensual piece to life.
Thank you so much, Peter 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
The whole world has been holding its breath… and still does… but a November beginning like this is a great promise..
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Lots of colour in this poem, Sanaa, and the relief at no longer being cloistered is palpable. My favourite lines:
‘…life starts all over again
with the crispness of wind, when every leaf is a poem,
an answer.’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Uplifting which is appreciated, Sanaa. Hoping for a good outcome on your job interviews!
Thank you so much, Lisa 🙂 I hope so too! Last round tomorrow. It will determine everything 💄❤️
We did it …. and now to convince “him” that we did it! He will muddy the waters and refute transition to the bitter end, unfortunately. It promises to be a long winter!
Precisely! Thank you so much, Beverly 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Yes, yes, this grandiose sigh of relief, even midst Covid death, and economic and climate issues, is welcome beyond imagination; as is your lyrical and lovely peace. Ode to November, indeed. A terrific “witness poem” for sure–we are all witnesses to the chaotic Trump anomaly.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Your poem brings so much hope and positive thoughts. Such a relief that changes can come , as life can start all over again.
Perhaps we can look back at these time and shout:
we’ve finally managed to break through!
Hope your job prospects come through.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(I got the job! Yayyy 😀 )
Beautiful expressions of hope and encouragement. Love this, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Eugenia 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
The warmth of these lines:
a warm kitchen aroma
as peaches transition to cobbler;
when your fingers seal off the gaps between mine.
Yes 🙂
Thank you so much, Lynn 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is lovely! My favorite phrase is “peaches transition to cobbler.” I like that first line as well and enjoyed your love letter to November.
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is stunning, Sanaa – I love it! So full of captivating imagery and optimism:
‘I was once told how autumn captivates with gold,
when life starts all over again
with the crispness of wind, when every leaf is a poem,
an answer.’
In this season of supposed death it does seem that new hope is being born.
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Your poem holds great promise for a brighter day. Lovely Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
The Pandamic has taught us many lesson of learning to live together. Hopefully we will continue to remember them when next November rolls around. Behind the gloom brightness shines.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Dwight 💄❤️
So so excellent, tender, beautiful, powerful, and very hopeful. You reached to where my spirit is at the moment. We are almost there with the purge, but I believe I can hold on. November feels warmer than usual… 🙂
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A wonderful expression of hope.
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“is there any reason as to why it should feel so wholesome,
a warm kitchen aroma
as peaches transition to cobbler;
when your fingers seal off the gaps between mine.”
That is so wonderful, warm, contentment encapsulated… sigh
Thank you so much, Debi 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is an amazing post! The first three lines…..the idea of the peach stone showing it wise to let go…and what happens if we do not. What an amazing image!
And of course the rest of the poem is equally as descriptive and pointed. Witness poetry indeed!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love your phrase, “when your fingers seal off the gaps between mine” which to me is the heart of the poem. Everything else complements it with colour and feeling and vibrant sensations. So very beautiful, Sanaa! What a pleasure to read.
Thank you so much, Dora 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️