November

 

 

November

I am afraid the turbulent eyes of time will find
all my strengths and shake them in a glass jar,
in a mesh with my weaknesses, so that I am always
wavering this way and that.
I have a need of certainty, but certainty has no need
of me, so I grow vague and write a love poem.
My night can not remember it is made for sleeping.
You are here again trying to help me keep the peace.
You say you like me happy, hanging baskets of leaves
and pine cones in the window.
You are searching for the last of the fall flowers.
I promised you a good time and I have delivered nothing.
It is possible that even the river fish wrestle sometimes
to wing from the mud, no matter how much
they love the water.
It is possible that from a glass jar, I cannot view
just one, but thousands of you.
Each with a demand for some comfort,
some conformity on my part, back into the light
of the woman you wish me to be.
It is November here, the leaves cling loosely
to the skeleton of trees.

 

 

 

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It is possible that even the river fish wrestle sometimes
to wing from the mud, no matter how much
they love the water.


That is my favotire analogy :) Beautifully Poetic.

It captures a good comparison to that of a lover wanting to flee for a moment although their deeply engaged in what they have...

Thanks for sharing :)

[W.k.kortas]

The cyclical uncertainty of nature and the unpredicatable fragility of human interaction, all put together much more tightly than should be allowed by law. Mixes wistful and powerful in a manner that only the very best of writers can accomplish.

[cest la vie]

The longing and self-doubt in this piece match the chill of the title.
Beautiful piece, Phibby!!

[James Paulin]

This poem is so insightful and self reflective that it invites me to look in my own mirror.

[Ed Hart]

I don't usually associate November with a bang; but, what the heck, I don't mind it at all...

[Jibey]

How fragile are relationships and how difficult to meet all demands... so well captures here, with that sense of tiredness that November seems to create

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I have a need of certainty, but certainty has no need
of me,

first off that line right there is one profound statement in itself... overall a very intricate piece weaving all those emotions of uncertainty that can come when one doubts their role in a relationship.