November, 31st
I went to bed in autumn…
The rime was on the grass,
And sun on river’s bottom;
How beautiful it was!
The fog was lying low
Beneath the morning chill
And pigeons in a row
On wires standing still.
Bewitchingly amazing…
And I could only dream
That autumn’s dying blazing
Would change to summer beam.
But morning slammed my door
With snow of perfect cinder.
My dream was on the floor…
…And I woke up in winter.
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The whole thing is that
The whole thing is that November has only got 30 days...
it doesn't matter. =) this
it doesn't matter. =)
this sounds very much like Emily Dickinson.
are you familiar with her work?
liked it lots, expresses my feelings.
i hate winter. %-P
== we are mods, we are mods, we are-we are-we are mods!
The whole thing is?
Need you explain November only has 30 days? Or would you aspire to one day have readers that have completed first grade?
"Snow of perfect cinder"? Nonexisting? Like the poems title?
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. ~Robert Frost
Visualizing...
the cold "cinder" that makes up the snow is perfect for the winter hater in me:) AND conversely steers me back to thinking of warmth (summer) at the same time. Lovely poem and nice title. I like when a title adds to the poem.
Stanza 1
I love the half rhyme here. I'm wondering what effect it would have on the poem if you used them in every stanza, what with winter coming on and all...
Whatever you do don't stop writing. And keep reading.
Kanpai!
Conspiracy
I love the last stanza
"But morning slammed my door
With snow of perfect cinder.
My dream was on the floor…
…And I woke up in winter."
It sounds like a conspiracy between the morning and the snow to bring you back from the dream land to face the reality of the season.
It is a good one keep it up
Nice writting
Keep up the work
Not Anger But Action will solve the problems in our nieghbor-HOOD.