I finally felt regretful
and came to my what-ifs
only because November
drains all other light
from the world you inhabit
to where I sit—time, filters, filaments
and again I tried
to imagine how you fill your days
because someone will ask, expecting
an answer of fine, fall-ripe ache
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Beautiful.
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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This is beautiful. It drips with autumnal melancholy.
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Thank you. The melancholy does find a way to sneak in these days.
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This is so beautiful – you express so well the longing over space for connection and the sting of well meaning friends checking in. The poem feels ambivalent and protective. Just beautiful.
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Thank you so much for getting it in the kindest possible way. 🙂
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Wonderful write. This is the hardest time of year…
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Thank you. Yes, the older I get, the more I realize I need LIGHT! And of course, daylight is best. 🙂
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i can certainly connect with the poem’s observations. the second stanza “only because November/ drains all other light” seems especially relevant to me now. we moved to a home a bit further north and rainier than before, and i find myself often aware of the darkness here. it’s interesting when “you” appears, which gives the poem a different perspective.
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Ah–I grew up in the south, land of heat and sunshine, and now live in the Midwest. Maybe that’s why I’m so sensitive to the super-shortened days this time of year. I like what you say about the different perspective when “you” appears–and now I am trying to reconstruct where my mind was in the initial writing of this. (probably hopeless 😉 )
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