End of November

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Get Listed:  November Edition

“For this Get Listed edition I ask you to create your own brief creation. Keep it to under 100 words (I have a short attention span). Choose one of the word groups (using all 4 words) I’ve listed below to insert into your brain child, being mindful to choose the word list that fits the best with your mood/theme/personality of your unique poem on the topic of your choice.”

pencil                 Creator             November            nightmare
orphan                pity                   layers                    frost
book bag             tomorrows      stone                     ruts
tank                      winds               throat                   awoke

 

November’s chill runs up arms and legs,
a nudge toward wintry December,
trees shed of leafy layers.
I touch stone cold red brick.
Thanksgiving is gone.
My throat stiffens
preparing
to wear
scarf

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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15 Responses to End of November

  1. a bristle, a stiffen…it’s November stone cold brick. good descriptors of the season. Thanks for playing Sara!

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  2. Vandana says:

    Winter is just around the corner and we be better prepared.

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  3. oldegg says:

    How graphically you wrote this and it made me recall winters in the northern hemisphere so far from mild Australia where mad fools rush to see the quickly melting snow in our hills in our winter in July!

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  4. There is so much more than weather in this that chills. November is one of my toughest months. My mother passed away in November.

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  5. This is so eloquent.. the emotion regarding weather (inside us) as well as outside is brilliantly portrayed here.

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  6. Helen Dehner says:

    Your poem sent a chill down my spine .. Thanksgiving cometh dear heart.

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  7. kim881 says:

    You’ve captured the essence of November, Sarah, but my throat is longing for a nice soft scarf!

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  8. kanzensakura says:

    November is a hard month this way South. It is often warm during the day, freezing at night, raining one day and not the next. In the middle of your poem: Thanksgiving is gone. That hit me like a sucker punch. This is the prelude the to the dark dark of winter.

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