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A Secret Kept From My November Guest
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A Secret Kept From My November Guest |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
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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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
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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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Frost would be very pleased with this tight and tender tidbit... I know I am... Thank you, Ford! |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (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" |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
* 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. |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
I am with all those before me on this. :-) |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
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  |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
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 |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
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.... -----------ice ><> |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
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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