Posts Tagged ‘ November ’

November Sky | Icebox

November Sky

November sky
Quite as blue as over
April’s blossoms

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My partner and I have been together for over a decade. For several years now, this has been a miracle that, like most miracles, has come to seem everyday.

Yawning blue I
Never tire of you, oh,
Tire not of me

Source: November Sky | Icebox

Daily Haiku: Nov. 23, 2019 | Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog

November wind
the hollow places
that form a song
by Peter Newton (USA)
Touchstone Individual Poem Award, 2016

Source: Daily Haiku: Nov. 23, 2019 | Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog

otata 47 – November, 2019

Giuliana Ravaglia

ultimo viaggio:
le nude trasparenze della luce

last trip:
the bare transparencies of light

luci d’ottobre:
agita lanterne l’ombra del silenzio

october lights:
the silence of a shadow shakes the lanterns

 

bosco giallo:
la luce fuggitiva dell’estate

yellow forest:
the fugitive light of summer

 

Lucy Whitehead

a silver moth
among the strawberry roots
autumn chill

 

Joseph Salvatore Aversano

my training wheels at times
wouldn’t even touch the ground

as they weren’t fastened right
or rather, they were fastened so

my training wheels at times
wouldn’t even touch the ground

& I wouldn’t even notice, but go

 

day moon
light as
air

 

Lucia Cardillo

piccola nonna…
dietro i vetri aspetta
chi non ricorda

little grandma waits
at the window for someone
she doesn’t remember

 

Francesco Palladino

calde parole…
nell’odore il sapore
del primo caffè

warm words …
in the aroma that
first taste of coffee

 

in bocca un osso…
il sentiero del cane
dentro l’ortica

bone in mouth …
the dog’s path
through nettle

magnolia bianca…
il tocco vellutato
di un gelato

white magnolia …
the velvety touch
of a gelato

 

Jeffrey Ferrara

clams in a pool
the arrangement
of planets

 

Angela Giordano

le prime luci,all’orizzonte,anatre in volo

first lights, the horizon, ducks in flight

 

sui rifiuti,una bambola, osserva il cielo da un occhio

a doll in the trash, look, the sky in one eye

 

Patrick Sweeney

washing mud off potatoes
since World War II…
the bones of his wrist

 

Lorraine Padden

a bouquet of roses
her hands
inside the coffin

 

Lisa Espenmiller

 

and everything gets done
ocean comes ashore
fog rolls out to sea

 

Source: November, 2019 – Otata

Turning Toward the Morning with Gordon Bok, Ann Mayo Muir, & Ed Trickett

This November, by Anny Ballardini | TRUCK November Issue 2014

Anny Ballardini

Truck, November Issue 2014

This November,
With a well in my self

Draining water to saints

Kierkegaard’s paradox

From Socrates’s endless testing

Rules

While looking into the black pond

For answers

__God answers

Inwardly

This November,
Appalling month

Over 100 answered

Joining mine to theirs – yours / ours

Under Saint Cecilia’s patronage

Musicians blew their horns

Organs woke many

While the girl grew ecstatic

In thinking she could

Be

This November,
Thick in air stuffed with light

In closed rooms

At night

Trying to think

When thought gets lost

In and out of self

To accommodate

Past / future events

On a ten fragmented score

This November,
Has seen mountain peaks

Kneel

Sturdy Siqueiros’s hands

Leak tears and grow roses

On Time’s façade

Ancestors chant

Interpretative Chinese lantern plants

Decorate Proust’s monumental

Writings
This November,
Talks

Of seeds and piano keys

Of herbs

Of

Of vincristine

Of

Of crashed & renewed hopes

Of the makers of Illusions

Of a Leap of Faith

This November,
Smiles down at us

With its temperate sun

Its derailed tracks

Its alarm clocked underground routine

Messages on trains and greyhound busses

Slit throats bathed in the forgiveness of popes

Sacraments soaked in the concept of

Anxiety

Brevity

This November,
Without choice

The eleventh

Set as an Acheronian stud in a cameo

The rows of windows

People dis/appear in dim streets

They dis/appear in my mail

Their white poems against the black of Truck

With my acknowledgment to my

Moving November Poets

This November,
In the life of all

Distanced in our flesh

Distracted in our oaths

Hyper-attentive

Booted steps in echoing bells

Coats / cloaks

“Anything but loss”

Pleading for the word God gives to the Just

From those milky sky-s.

This November, 
Cold at the end

In the bones

With Thanksgiving on Fb

Teas honey chestnuts

Coughing

Giving thanks:

The girl is still alive

Distant

But still alive.
© Anny Ballardini
TRUCK November issue 2014

Gerhard Richter, November

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Gerhard Richter  6 Nov 2008 21 cm x 29.7 cm Indian ink and white spirit on paper

Gerhard Richter, November

“Liminalia” by Leslie McGrath | Poetry Kanto/ポエトリ関東

Liminalia

Begin as November

begins: vague chill

and the sense

that what came before

returns listless

as though tired

of its own bordering

nature. Neither one

nor the other

neither bridge nor river.

 

Leslie McGrath
Poetry Kanto | Poetry Kanto/ポエトリ関東.

Jorge Costa – Zuccotti Park November – graphite on paper

Jorge Costa.

Indians 101: Setting the Stage for the Nez Perce War / Daily Kos

 

 

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