November

I missed the deadline.. that was yesterday, but these words have been like a millstone around my neck for well over a year.. just had to post or delete..

November

 

Welcome to November, do you ever recall these days how you once welcomed him in and how you ever so casually, then threw him away. I doubt it….

 

Do you ever recall how you danced all night to a lone violin, in that peculiar light and in that peculiar way. Twas the dance of deceit and to the smell of decay.

 

Yes welcome to November, do you mind if I ask, if you ever recall, how you felt when you first sucked him in, then when you blew him away.

 

Like a candle, snuffed out at the end of a long day. I guess not, but I know for sure that he does. Welcome to my November………..

 

 

 

Author's Note

Dont ya just know it when you have had enough...

Reviews

[lightsong]

I see You as "November" dear Neville, maybe it's the month of Your birthday, I love October and November, but I won't like it if it brings You sore memory, there is bitterness in Your words, betrayal that still hurt You, strong emotions and powerful one my lovely friend.

[Neville]

You are quite close.. my birth month is December... and you are right about that hint of bitterness too.. some wounds take ages to heal, thankfully, I'm well on the mend... N :)

[lightsong]

Of course I love December along them too :)

never wrong to write about our painful memories, what's wrong to be stuck within them, my very best wishes for Your healing process dear N, and my wish a most happy Birthday to come soon***

[lightsong]

for a most happy Birthday :)

[Neville]

you really are very, very kind... here.. have a little x

[lightsong]

I got it, here a big one in return 🙆

[Neville]

thank you :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Sometimes November hurts worse than other seasons

[Neville]

tis my least favourite month and for lots of seasons..:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the below lines.
"Do you ever recall how you danced all night to a lone violin, in that peculiar light and in that peculiar way. Twas the dance of deceit and to the smell of decay."
I could write a epic tale from those words. Dance, deceit and decay. Poet's words. Thank you Neville for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

Thank you so much for considering these words Coyote.. I always appreciate your visits and value your opinion..I just know you are gonna write that epic one day... All Good Things my brother... Neville

[barleygirl]

I love how your natural imagery & apparent inner struggle are dancing in a tantalizing way, never quite revealing, playing cat-and-mouse with your questioning, painting word abstracts from fleeting moments. This one has a tiny abrasive edge just like November often has (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

I am probably far more grateful for this visit than you might imagine.. thank you Margie for checking in... fond Nugs back at cha..... N :) x

[Robert Trakofler]

Boom straight to the marrow. You always make me laugh with disdain! Somehow I think i would jump right into november in spite of my sensibilities and your warning!

[Neville]

I suggest you take a packed lunch and a flask.. as you've got a long wait ahead of you... cheers tho

[AYVID N]

The candle was used in more ways than one and left on the sill to bleed after she was done. Now the bitter December winds are nigh and one is left out in the cold, snuffed out, sucked, emptied. A very relatable poem, Neville!

[Neville]

dont it just make ya feel so much better knowing ya not the only one..... thanks for a very thoughtful review.. N

[AYVID N]

Indeed Neville. Misery loves company. The more, the merrier. It helps. You’re most welcome 😀

[Neville]

time for that party then...cheers

[AYVID N]

Yaaaayyyyy......💃🏻

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Shake it off, Nev...Never November is now Decadent December and oh the tasty treats you'll find this month!

[Neville]

what a delicious thought.. thanks CQ..

[Onlyme]

Very strong emotions Dear Neville held with this mighty poem. That sound like a sore point. Claws are ready.

[Neville]

Ha. many thanks Dawn, I won't hesitate to give you a shout if I need some assistance, keep them claws sharpened, till I give ya the nod.. N :)

[Onlyme]

LOL :).......

[Neville]

very sharp :)

[Chris Shaw]

Powerful, great imagery, but the sting of bitterness left it's mark. Left a taste in my mouth. Left a wound in your heart poet, that still bleeds. Fine writing, very fine.

The titke? I am pondering on.

Chris

[Neville]

you wont believe how long I have wanted to let go of these words, and like I said, I missed the deadline by a day... do you mean title or titke.. cheers..

[Chris Shaw]

I know. I was just about to correct the typo. I wasn't questioning the month, more the word prose. It's a poem :)

[Neville]

who knows where the prose goes... what prose

[Chris Shaw]

There you go, you're a poet, don'tcha know it :)

[Neville]

maybe.. my initial response would have got me into trouble...

[Chris Shaw]

Are you being naughty again?

[Neville]

was tempted..