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For B.B. in November

The sun retreats into caves of clouds,
Never shines, never warms,
In deep November.
But today, when thoughts of you
Would save my soul,
When your sweet, loving memory
Would drag my drowning self
To safe shores,
The hibernating sun,
The reclusive autumn sun,
Blest through the window and
Kissed the daisies
On the table.
Kissed them into singing brightness.
Flooded my remembrances with
Thoughts, smells, longings,
Touches, innuendos, and hallelujah
Choruses of you.
And lovingly diminished into nothingness
All yesterdays.

Can you relate to what is being described?

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  • iphios
    February 25, 2008

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    Its been a while since i read a poem of yours and im glad to have stumbled upon this. As i was reading the poem i realized that its feelings intensify at the end, the flow builds up in a crescendo and then drops ever so softly to the last line. Though i cannot related to what is being described, i see it ever so clearly. This is a beautiful poem in the way i felt if it was played in the piano, it would start soft and then grow into this strong chords and then end with one soft touch of the keys. Like the crashing of the waves and then when it hit shores it ebbs so softly. It was an interesting read and brought about a feeling that is encapsulated tightly in this poem.

    -iphios

    • eosmia
      February 26, 2008
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      Thanks iphios

      I have often read your poetry. I rarely comment on poems as often I have nothing new to add to what has been said.
      Your comment means a great deal to me. I have long periods when I am unable to write. sometimes tinkering with a poem from several years back gets the ideas flowing again. You have practically created a new poem in capturing mine.
      Thanks again,
      Eosmia


  • Windhover
    February 27, 2008

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    Sombre feel-good

    Hugely visual, you invoke the weakness of Winter sun with a deft touch and use it to describe your mood in a way that is just so unobtrusive. The change of focus from the general to the very specific (daisies) is a subtle aid to helping with the change of mood you are about to invoke. Both the light, and the mood are then intensely drawn. It's a feel-good poem with a sombre edge. Nice work.

    . Rewarded 8

    • eosmia
      February 27, 2008
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      Thanks

      I want to say oh, this old thing. But I have tried to rework it a bit and just hoped that it wasn't to silly.
      Eosmia


  • Lad
    February 27, 2008

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    Nice to see you writing again, J, and in such fine style. This poem really speaks to me in low-keyed, subtle tones. The longing, the absence that endangers the soul, the blending of November's gray light with sudden "thoughts of you" like rays through your spirit's window, the something grand out of nothing - all of that is superbly rendered for me. I know the feeling - "All yesterdays" are as nothing in that loving, remembering light. This is pure and hopeful. I like it, most especially that fine pile-up of sensual details in the poem's 4th and 5th last lines.

    Lad

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    • eosmia
      February 27, 2008
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      Thanks, by the by

      I just finished Leaves Fell Deeper This Year. Now I am unsure which of your poems is my absolute favorite. I could hear your voice speaking the last verse. You really must think about publishing soon.
      Eosmia

  • eosmia
    March 1, 2008
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    < Thank you again, Caliente.

    I like this poem far better. B.B. was a very real person in my life but no longer a part of it when I wrote the poem. Does remembering someone because of some shared object not make you joyful at times?
    Eosmia