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Come November
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Come November |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396
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Come November I made it through another setting, survived another pull of what is underneath, and I hear a mountain cry. You, you never hear a sound. November is inside the why - I wake or walk or wilt, or dance for daring in the darkness, then - lash back in, to dampness. I reach across a public park, stretch ashen and bare and never really gain, just wash there, whisper why I can no longer see. It comes with the insight of what grates my outer layers, what strains my organs till they're sore. It knows. I can follow passing into winter freeze the death inside my skin for months on end, and wonder when the thaw will come, rob me of my madness, leave me there in peace. November traces sadness on the sidewalks, it rakes the anger from my walls, and I hide, aside a city calling, along a river so ill-stricken I cry. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Funny...I was thinking that I will take one of my mystery late night walks, but before I do, I must read "miss A" and lookee what I found: "November is inside the why - I wake or walk or wilt, or dance for daring in the darkness, then - lash back in, to dampness. " Love it of course...and not to worry, they don't seem to mess with people who don't give a damn...(smile?) wondrous insight again. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
And the wandering soul slips into the night without a fight, for no one knows where this heart goes, for November chills silently. |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
I never like November myself, always signals the beginning of winter. Your writing always gives me so much to reflect on. I must now go back for another read. I find more in your words each time I read them. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
A leaf, still of life's fluid seeks to fall in brown brittle only to be uplifted in a favoring draft. A holding pattern against an ignominious landing. A beautiful individual dance, a billowed ballet forestalling sleep under winter's inevitable blanket. |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
Oh, god A... "It comes with the insight of what grates my outer layers, what strains my organs till they're sore. It knows. I can follow passing into winter freeze the death inside my skin for months on end, and wonder when the thaw will come, rob me of my madness, leave me there in peace." Know this? No, beyond... in that way that you know... god, Alicia, my god... you write me inside out until I feel splayed... can almost see my core pulsing, raw, unacclimatized to oxygen and the burn of eyes stroking its surface... What you write scares me. And that's a severe compliment. I am shivering. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
"I made it through another setting, survived another pull of what is underneath, and I hear a mountain cry. You, you never hear a sound." You grabbed me right at the beginning, Alicia, and wow, it just kept getting stronger.. That first stanza feels like me, though. Sandra |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Wow, your work never ceases to amaze me in its depth. Wonderful work, Spit Fire.  All writing comes |
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The Lady of Shallot Senior Member
since 2001-10-03
Posts 818USA |
oh my goodness, this is dark for November. Here I am falling around in leaves and laughing and smiling like a kid and this....is so sad  -befriend yourself and you will never be alone- |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
SpitFire--You are a really excellent writer...the vivid images in this are so gripping, they left me with your feeling. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
indeed, you never cease to amaze me as well SpitFire. . . your work comes from deep within your soul. . . and spills over the page like the rains of this November. . . superb. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Damn. I just don't think I have the words to express how much this reached into me. I LOVE this! Sometimes the heart needs the solace of solitude and silence. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I made it through another setting, survived another pull of what is underneath, and I hear a mountain cry. You, you never hear a sound. Alicia, I loved the way you opened this poem, so very powerful. You sure know how to pull your readers in m'friend. And the rest is incredible, the imagery is amazing, this whole poem had a firm grasp on me, I could not take my eyes away, you drew me in and I didnt want to leave the sadness. You're incredible! Maree |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I've come back to add this wonderful piece to my library. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I have to say this solemnly..you are a writer of gravity. Fairly stunned here...it's awesome..inspiring..and horribly true for me... hugs  K |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
It seems you and I share our Novembers. I would think it probably makes each reader a bit introspective. enjoyed. There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar. |
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