It speaks to me;
from cream softened oranges and greens disenchanted
confers
and in turn pours into my veins and lifts,
November dreary, dour and dark
when deeper truths trickle from walls that are spiced—
I can never complain that years have been wasted,
as the wind breaks in
and sourwood blushes; it’s much too easy to give up,
to disintegrate.
The half-light of morning scatters reveries that once used
to be mine,
perhaps it too is aware of the dangers of mitigation—
as fallen leaves
curl upon the ground and hint; beauty and pain are two sides
of the same coin.
And now caffeinated tears are being replaced,
tell me,
what can possibly be more fulfilling?
November dreary, dour and dark flows freely into my pen;
sketching all that’s possible as wisdom settles in,
we are finally one.
Photo credits: Miss. Pink. Coconut Illustrations, Pinterest
For my prompt at dVerse Pub, where I invite others to
contemplate the month of November. Come join us! 💝
Posted for Poetics: “What does November mean to you?” @ dVerse Pub
46 Responses
The “dreary, dour and dark” fit November so well, but maybe being inspiring in the same way as ink.
Writing in darkness is better than sun.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I, also, liked the repetition of “November dreary, dour and dark,” and my favorite line may be, “when deeper truths trickle from walls that are spiced”
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This sets the November mood for me, dreary and dark, with the half light of the morning. This is also my time for reflection so I hope for some of that wisdom settling in.
Thanks for hosting.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
(You are most welcome! Thank you for writing)
I love the shift from ‘cream softened oranges and greens’ to ‘dreary, dour and dark’, typical November, and the lovely sound of ‘deeper truths trickle from walls that are spiced’. I also love ‘November dreary, dour and dark flows freely into my pen’ and, of course, what flows out.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I like the musing of this poem whilst nature is doing a November thing outside – nice contrasts and “greens disenchanted” most memorable!
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“November dreary, dour and dark flows freely into my pen;
sketching all that’s possible as wisdom settles in,
we are finally one.”
Very dark and wonderfully written, Sanaa! I agree with you very much.
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Very well done.
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A very comprehensive picture of November…
Thank you so much, Reena 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I used the same title and with it a similar feeling, I think. You have written of the contemplative mood of a November morning, where ‘beauty and pain are two sides of the same coin’. Lovely!
Thank you so much, Kathleen 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The opening is exotic, but the poem sinks into the familiar dullness of November. I don’t know whether to be resigned or to see it as an opportunity.
For me, November is usually a time when I attempt to rise despite feeling resigned. Thank you so much, Jane 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Shiverriffic
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
the fluctuation of feelings make this feel like a transient imposition …
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
becoming one with the season and embracing that things must change
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Stu 💄❤️
From veins to pen- I see what you did there. I also liked the disenchanted colors and the leaves curled upon the ground, hinting…
Thank you so much, D. Avery 🙂 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Good, good writing. I especially love: “…curl upon the ground and hint; beauty and pain are two sides
of the same coin.” Well done!
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You and November are close friends, Sanaa. Such an intimate look at the month. My favorite line:
“November dreary, dour and dark flows freely into my pen;”
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
WOW the pre winter mood has thoroughly caught you. Some lovely images
Stay safe
Much💙love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
You too, stay safe!
Much love …
Very great poem Sanaa! I found this an interesting image!
And now caffeinated tears are being replaced,
I was tryin to imagine caffeinated tears!!
Dwight
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You have really found delight in the darkness of Autumn here, Sanaa:
‘I can never complain that years have been wasted,
as the wind breaks in
and sourwood blushes’
– I love these lines: no regret for anything that has passed and joy in the sparse beauty as Autumn turns to winter!
Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“when deeper truths trickle from walls that are spiced”
This line really sets the stage for your poem as beautiful words continue to flow! I am greatly enjoying reading your words as the TV continues to drone on into the night, I am there with your fallen leaves, curling upon the ground, oh the beauty and pain of November!
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“it’s much too easy to give up,
to disintegrate.”
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I love ‘beauty and pain are tow sides of the same coin’. Beautiful Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Lovely art, lovely poetry. You presented November in such a wonderful way …. that winter months feel survivable.
Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️