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ice
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0 posted 2005-11-05 03:58 PM


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My November guest is not a sorrow,
Like to thought of Frost had come
To shake his muses hand by visit,
Many falls ago, in cold New England autumn.


Then and now, that spirit same (?)
Has come-to make a call, its finger prints
All Smudged  on outside things,
As seen, through window frames.

What "vexes me for reasons why"
Seems dual as vex to one that lived
All summer long, outside-nearby
That ventures in from cold, to warm-
In rodent form, to find a place to hide.

Damp from rain, half froze-drove in
By nor-east wind that mats felled leaves-
Chagrinned, by change from
Recent-warmer scenes...
*
On the hearth stone, fast asleep,
My old-cat dreams a feline dream,
Twitching paws-exposing claws;
Its mouth, wide open- gulping
Fantasies- its eyes are closed
Though feline-dreamland mice are seen,
Are caught, are chewed, are gone...

Unaware, above the dreamer,
Inching 'long the mantle path  
By whisker-touch, and beady eyes-
(Very much alive) does traipse
A meal of mousy, sinew-muscle
Sewn to real-mouse skull and bones.

Today,
The hard visitor, showed its softness
Proving time alone can sadness, change
The mouse, this time escapes,
And I think of  Frost again-
Remembering
Why sorrows pleasure would not let him stay.

My pet is quite oblivious-is
Not at all displeased that autumn  
Came to blow the summer birds away;
He dreams no winter dreams
The kind that come to mice and men alone.

Only the cat, and my sorrow wonder
Why the mouse seems thought aligned
With I, and why we claim no beauty
Eyes for these, the things that try our spirits-
Freeze our bodies, cold November days --

Secret is,
Admitting might be thought as
Praise of sorrow, praise of sadness..
So we hold these things untold,
Private in our spirit circle,
Where all odd secrets kept,
By living mice, and men remain.


Many Thanks to Robert Frost and the best poem about November (IMHO)
that was ever written...his .."My November Guest",  which inspired this poem.


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Martie
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1 posted 2005-11-05 04:05 PM


Ford

Wonderful!!!  I was so happy to read this poem.  It reminded me of my little visitor from last month, here: /pip/Forum93/HTML/002527.html

I loved your poem!!  

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2 posted 2005-11-05 04:53 PM



Frost would be very pleased
with this tight and tender tidbit...

I know I am...

Thank you, Ford!

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3 posted 2005-11-05 07:09 PM




(big angel hugs) Oh Ford, this is soooooooo cute and classy, sweet friend, Robert Frost is one of my favorites too, as he could so effortlessly express the wonders and expressions of nature with such integrity yet such tranquility, just as you shone his spirit in this write, yay! (smiles) God Bless You, sweet friend, I have missed reading your poetry sooooooo much, you are always one of my favorites to read, yay, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ford, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other"

Mother Teresa

inkedgoddess
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4 posted 2005-11-05 07:30 PM


*
On the hearth stone, fast asleep,
My old-cat dreams a feline dream,
Twitching paws-exposing claws;
Its mouth, wide open- gulping
Fantasies- its eyes are closed
Though feline-dreamland mice are seen,
Are caught, are chewed, are gone...

a cold november night
only a smirk of moon
out yonder
the stray kitties
sit the fence
until the morning dew,
and bombs drop
in places with
strange sounding names;
somehow the sun still rises.

froggy
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since 2003-06-23
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5 posted 2005-11-08 01:48 PM


I am with all those before me on this.

:-)

Margherita
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6 posted 2005-11-08 06:02 PM


Your inspiration gave birth to a very enjoyable write ...
the cat dreams of abundance, he knows better than to deplore what's gone, the world is in peace for him.
See and behold!
Beautiful!

Love,
Margherita

iliana
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7 posted 2005-11-09 02:18 AM


Ford, Every time I read one of your poems, I feel more and more privileged to get to read it for free.  ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL write!   ....jo
ice
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8 posted 2005-11-09 05:54 AM



I am humbled by such wonderful replies.

Thanks is not enough to give for such riches given...that are much more valuable than the price that I can pay

I owe more to you all, but it is all that I have...

Thank You....

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LeeJ
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9 posted 2005-11-09 06:24 AM


this was fun, well written and thought out, witty, yet charming...
Ford, what a pleasure read, enjoyed the play with words especially the first paragrapth, which from beginning to end, begged the reader to keep going....enjoyable you!

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