the 11th hour is near
silver cloudy sky, bare forlorn trees
fallen topaz leaves on auburn ground
she lingers
haunted by memories draping her white wrap
unaccepting of winter's breath on horizon
she listens
music strains of spring's dances
violin strings plucking her autumn's soul
still, she hopes
clutching painting of chrysanthemums,
basket of wine and bread, eternal love, he said
the whistling train is calling
almost the end of long journey, near the last pages
riveted to pulsing words, capturing imagination
he pauses.... beguiled by her serene smile,
an unturned page, November days framed,
forget her, he could not
an unturned page, November days framed,
forget her, he could not
Posted for The Gooseberry Garden: Poetry Picnic - November, change, winter, hope.
For this prompt, I have used symbols and meaning for the month of November.
Though cooler now, we are experiencing a relatively "warm" November. No sign of snow yet.
Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: OpenLinkNight
picture credit: http://cristania.tumblr.com/post/12245366056
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November
autumn is sticking around a lot longer here too...they do say that this week will be the turn for us and we will be freezing by weeks end...
ReplyDeletenice imagery heaven...like the layer of music in that third stanza...
toward the end, "he pause" (pauses?)
Thanks Brian. In anticipation, we have changed into winter's tires. I hope winter will come and go quickly.
ReplyDeleteyour imagery of autum lingering is breathtaking dear friend...
ReplyDelete"riveted to pulsing words"
ReplyDeleteI love the image of words alive.
I love November, always have.
Thanks for a lingering piece.....
yeah, clever piece w/symbols of the 11th month replete. very, very kool.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of those where I say to myself..."damnit! I wish I had written this!" I LOVE your use of imagery and the softness in your words. It's like looking in on a dream! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteKellie
Beautiful poem! Love it!
ReplyDeleteWe just had a snowfall of about 8 inches. Enough to have to shovel and pile! Thankfully it all melted quickly because it warmed up the following day but, winter is on its way here for sure. Yuck!
ReplyDeleteLovely piece on it here from you once again.
Killer last line!
ReplyDeleteSame here, November has been unusually warm, actually waiting for the sun to set a bit so I can go on a run.
ReplyDeletewow. the colors. the words. the feelings. extraordinary!!
ReplyDeletei love this!
mind blowing, love it.
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"her serene smile, an unturned page" hmmmm I like this right there...speaks of so much, really nice heaven!!
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"fallen topaz leaves on auburn ground"
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect November line!
Beautiful write! Absolutely wonderful!
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Has been a great fall mild and nice, until this stupid snow fell here. I so hope it will come and go and let spring show.
ReplyDelete"Violin strings plucking her autumn's soul", I love this line.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous picture.
A most enjoyable read. Loved every word of it! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Heaven! I truly enjoyed reading your poem :) Blessings, Terri
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful and mesmerizing...
ReplyDeletevery fitting and entertaining.
ReplyDeleteNope no forgetting!
ReplyDeleteA WOW and stunning are among the descriptions that come to mind!!
ReplyDeleteThanks! An awesome poem. Loved to read it, wonderfully done.
ReplyDeleteNamaste
Wow! Masterful use of words and imagery. Loved it!
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