Open Poetry #36 |
November Chill |
wandering glider Senior Member
since 2001-04-04
Posts 501aloft |
November Chill The lush idea of it is still sweet in the morning light when I have awakened fresh, or in that late last hour when the day's bitterness cannot prevail over the quiet darkness laid down. The near presence of it, even if only imagined now, and every day, covers this cold bed, but like an aging patchwork quilt is wearing thin of both memories and threads. The haunting absence of it proves neither your inabilities nor mine, only the persistence of the damned curse of us from which we cannot flee. ©wandering glider 10/13/2005 [This message has been edited by wandering glider (11-01-2005 12:15 PM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
a 'haunting absence'....most definitely leaves one with a chill, no matter the month enjoyed reading you again, glider |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
~glider~ I came back to read this again tonight, while I listen to howling winds blow a chill across the land tonight, bringing lower temps and higher winds...parallelling today's mood swings. I still embrace each November chill as if it were destined to be an integral part of me, perhaps, because this is my birth month. It never matters what the weather does, what matters is how I accept it...with open arms or clenched fists, it shall be whatever it is. And now that the mosquitos have left town? LOL, what's a skeeter hawk to do, but write some prose or poetry? |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"but like an aging patchwork quilt is wearing thin of both memories and threads." this is so great... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Glider Behind the cold, there is always the memory of warmth...if not, the cold would not feel so chilly. |
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