November.
When tearful loudspeakers
wails, conveying somber sofa solitude
in everlasting songs of biting fog.
November
It’s raining heavy spoons,
jaded by your thin onion soup
lukewarm with regrets.
November.
Sour wine in glasses sad –
bending into muddy whines.
November
hear empty flowerpots
in cheerful laughter as the
smug stairs paint my toe-nails blue.
November
I’m knocking the ferocious door
of your roads less traveled.
Not even angry candlesticks can
clear the soot from cranky paintings
of this blues.
Marina over at dVerse Poetics has us make two lists, one with things around you, another with adjectives describing emotions/feelings. Cut them up, randomly pick pairs and weave them into a poem without using abstract nouns (such as love, passion, jealousy etc.).. pub doors open at 3pm EST…
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Enjoyed your word combinations, Bjorn. They do express the mood of November in many different ways. I would much prefer ‘raining heavy spoons’ to a snowy November, I think. But sour wine and muddy whines would make for a difficult occasion!
So far November has offered us 2 hours of sun. the heavy clouds means midday dusk..
No sun – no moon!
No morn – no noon –
No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member –
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! –
November!
This would really be difficult for me, Bjorn…..with so little sun. And, ha, it will even have less light come December. Sigh.
today I got a few hours of sunshine to energize myself.
ha smiles…. thin onion soup is not good at all…oy…love the blue painted toenails…heck… november can be such a grey month…grey day over here as well… maybe that’s the reason why i wanna paint the house.. smiles
Ha. Yes but the blue on on my toes would be more an ouch.. 🙂
I see that November causes dull feelings and has resulted in an atmospheric poem for you too, Björn. I enjoyed the cheerful laughter and smug stairs though.
So fun, Bjorn.
Wow, Bjorn, I only had one pair of object/emotion in mind… but you made so many joyously strange combinations that I am really glad you shared them all with us!
Ha.. I thought it should be 10 of them 🙂
And I love your combinations – the smug stairs – absolutely perfect (I broke my big toe once on the stairs, so certainly feel they are smug and ruthless…)
Nice light-hearted foray into a somewhat depressing arena of gray/grey, without respite, sunbreak or joy; you did seem to understand the prompt well, silly man; a fine take on the prompt, brother.
November looks depressing, all somber, full of regrets ~ I am admiring the sharp images of each stanza ~ So well done Bjorn ~
Bjorn, November doesn’t sound like much fun. 🙂 — Susan
I love this:
“It’s raining heavy spoons,
jaded by your thin onion soup”
I feel for you, Bjorn..somber sofa solitude is no fun with long drawn out sameness and lack of blue sky, Now I don’t mean to rub it in, but here we’ve had a stretch of crispy cold days with sunshine most of November. The streak will end later this week, however with rain..at least it changes, back and forth. Even wind would help the situation there. I admire your fortitude and humor.
the adjectives in this poem made it a really strong read… loved the thin onion soup
“Smug stairs paint my toenails blue”—ouch! I love this…what palpable imagery…I can almost feel the smugness 😛 What an amazing write…you certainly went well above and beyond on making Marina Sofia’s prompt idea to life. Excellent job!
“November
It’s raining heavy spoons,
jaded by your thin onion soup
lukewarm with regrets.”
Brilliant Björn :))
Super clever, Bjorn. i definitely feel days shortening! Or already cut short. K.
November – my birthday month (22nd to be precise)! So this piece made me a bit gloomy! But beautiful imagery, and I love the voice you have used, bending on the wry side.
Hey! C’mon! It’s my birthday month! 😉
Great poem – looks like you enjoyed the prompt as much as I 🙂
Well done – playful
I was born in November and used to love its nicely cool weather when I lived in Mexico City. I still love the month for many reasons, but the weather –at least in my new hometown: Oslo– is definitely darkish and moody. Too many clouds, sparse drops of rain spread throughout days and sometimes weeks…
November is such a moody month, you captured the gloom perfectly.
All sounds very blue and depressing.
November is my least favourite month. I like the repetition at the beginning of each verse.
Aww, those angry candle sticks….I can picture them. 🙂
At the risk of making you jealous, I must tell you that my November is a little colder than usual, but full of sunshine. I love your response to this prompt, your mix of words and thoughts about November.
What a fun exercise – way to shake up those predictable metaphors. I found “smug stairs paint my toe-nails blue”, particularly droll.