Pain of bleakness more than grey
this November burdens with its weightless mass.
My sorrow stomps,stuck in clay
making love on broken glass;
daylight reeks from sadness and decay of grass.
Bared are branches, clawing hands
tearing madly tapping on my window panes
fall was bitter, wasted land
stretched too thin, a ravished drain
starved of warmth it shivers in the bitter rain.
Today Grace prompt us to write a Spanish Lira at dVerse. I continue my hangups on darkness sitting looking out at darkness at 3 in the afternoon.
November 27 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I admit to not appreciate AI ‘art’ at all. The various machines are fed by original artworks without asking permission from the maker of the work. Various writers and visual artists are suing AI companies for breaching their copyright. It’s a machine’s work, not the work of the individual who fed it a few prompts. I’m glad to see you reference the images as AI, at least. I’ve been wondering what the Dverse team stance would be on poetry generated by AI?
O I know… but it’s hard to find another image (copyright free) to illustrate my poem…. I actually use my prompt to prompt ai to create the image.
It’s just that the various AI machines are ‘trained’ by artist’s original work, thereby erasing the maker. Will Dverse accept poetry generated by AI?
And their copyright and income.
It is bleak here too and sunset is at 4:46pm. I can relate to the sorrow stomping, sadness and decay of grass. I shiver too in bitter rain. Love the November bleakness and burdens.
Now it’s correct to form… 🙂
I recognise that ‘pain of bleakness more than grey’ and the daylight that ‘reeks from sadness and decay of grass, Björn. I don’t usually drink, but mulled wine does take the edge off.
and now the wine is removed… it was not correct to form
November is painted with all its oppressive bleakness in every line, the words heavy with their burden. So well written, Björn, the form adapted to its subject.
Thank you… November is bleak, which is why the advent light coming up feels so much better.
Great imagery and emotiveness to this poem. I’m feeling the grey today as the rain comes crashing down. Thanks for the wonderful poem!
as for me, I love November. Bleakness and all. November prompts me to sit, repose and not to oppose the call even if it means I need to squint in the darkness. Perfect, I think.
your poem is beautiful through my lenses, Björn. Thanks. Happy Thanksgiving, Selma.
November is so much darker her though…. if it is cloudy it does not go beyond dusk at any time during day
Rain now, hopefully snow tomorrow.
heartfelt hangups Björn
much♡love
Send me some daylight please
It’s ‘relatively’ freezing cold here this morning and your poem reminds me that, well, it’s not that bad!
Cold I see now problem with… darkness is another matter.
I think the dark still appeals to the teenager in me as it was easier not to get caught doing our stupid dares around our village. I’m not so keen on it these days as my eyes struggle with it.
A perfect portrait of bleakness!