Neither a drought nor a flood
never battle-worn thought
nor torn between conflicting targets
not looking forward to the dawn of tomorrow
nor looking back
not skiing in the snow below a starlit sky
nor the petrichor after rainfall in June,
not living with pangs of the sorrow left after an ended affair
not the laughter of children, nor the cackle of crones
not waking up early, not staying up late
not comprehending what questions to ask
never aware of my dreams
nor truly awake
just being one in this dusk of existence
that never grows into night
known by the name of November
Today it is Open Link Night at dVerse , a chance to meet up with poets around the world. I assume we will have less participation from our friends in the US, but if you still pass by, a happy Thanksgiving.
November 24, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love how we can capture (or not) the illusiveness of time or moments of stillness in November. Like this part specially:
not skiing in the snow below a starlit sky
nor the petrichor after rainfall in June,
Reading your beautiful poem ~~ chills up and down every inch of my body. Bjorn this IS November.
You have captured the blah of it so well.
That was soothing, almost comforting ❤
These lines are so relatable
“nor torn between conflicting targets
not looking forward to the dawn of tomorrow
nor looking back”
Do I have anything even slightly negative to say about this fine work? No. No, I do NOT.
just being one in this dusk of existence
that never grows into night – that is eerily beautiful.. i feel exactly that way but never did find these perfect words.
Neither this nor that but a satisfied existence. Lovely piece, Bjorn. 🙂
Oh those grey days that suck the sunlight out of us 😦. You capture it so well.
You captured all the nuances of November so well! No complains, whatsoever.
I know this feeling. November can really suck sometimes. You captured this with words so well.
The in-between times can be a space of powerful reflection by pausing to just be in this place without hurrying to the next. This is what I took away from your poem. I also understand that your words could be interpreted many ways.
I especially like the ending lines,
“just being one in this dusk of existence
that never grows into night
known by the name of November”
Wonderful.
Not looking back …. nor looking back … I love the sense captured here of an in-betweenness, an in the moment.