November is the turning point up North. Often, the weather outside reflects our inner emotions. The trees are bare and emotions are raw. Well written. Lydi**
the fact is is that in the Midwest, November has no real authority. It should be cold but it might be warm. Some leaves, although brownish, are still on the trees. You can got to the mall for the rush of Black Friday wearing just a jacket and scarf. But it still reels doesn't it. In fact each season reels from the weight of the previous season like having a new lover with the pictures of the old one still carried in your wallet. //// I never get tired of saying great analogy.....but again, great analogy. dana
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
yes, and that wallet gets pretty full---no more room for the credit cards.
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thank .. read moreyes, and that wallet gets pretty full---no more room for the credit cards.
:)))
thank you, dana.
A great tree, its roots living in the dark. As so many people do in the Winter. Perhaps we should see what we see, the beauty of what's there, not what's temporarily gone from it. Tis like saying a woman is only beautiful when she's wearing make-up. Perhaps. 'In rest there is redemption and a gentle re-creation'
There are words and there are words with life.. a beautiful senryu
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
yes, i think you are right....you have such sound philosophy....and mine is so restless.
than.. read moreyes, i think you are right....you have such sound philosophy....and mine is so restless.
thank you, em
j.
7 Years Ago
Allways has been a real pleasure reading your brevity.. wish i could say so much with so little.. bu.. read moreAllways has been a real pleasure reading your brevity.. wish i could say so much with so little.. but sadly, i'm a woman!
if listless...then still alive ;) i just finished an oaken bench i have been working on ... the aroma and strength of it fresh in me noodle ...
love ... does strip us down and make addicts of us all ;}
E.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thanks for sharing...i bet it is a great bench, my friend.
Thanksgiving, like many celebratory days is a time for reflection. November is a bleak month as the trees are stripped of their cover. And we as people despite being made of oak inside can still feel denuded and restless as we seek purpose and reason Jacob.
Such a large picture with so few words! I see a cold windless morning a lonely soul standing among the tall oak trees with bitter memories of a lost love and time just passing slowly as the season changes. Thanks for sharing and Happy Thanksgiving
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your kind words, and Happy Thanksgiving back to you, Gejodi.
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..