Search

november child

the curse of a sentimental heart & a skeptical mind

Month

July 2016

Glasshouse

I will leave my imprint
on those vitreous walls,
forcing violent cracks
in bursts of outrage
until my bones fracture.

I will immortalize myself
on those crystal windows
scratching them deeply
in silent fury
until my fingers bleed.

I will cease this destruction
on the very day
those cracks and scratches
have finally collapsed
this glasshouse that is us.

© november child

photo taken with Canon EOS 7D

Developing Your Eye II – Day Seven – Glass

Lord Rayleigh

As the sun retreated
behind gentle hills
in a splendour of
amber, salmon and red,
as this ethereal beauty
unfolded before us
in the most romantic way
you looked at me all earnest
and … dismantled my sunset.

Where a kiss had sufficed
a lecture was held
about atmospheric refraction
followed by airborne dust
in relation to short wavelengths
and a reference to a bloke
by the name of Rayleigh
whom I would have a word with
if he was not already dead.

© november child
photo taken with Canon EOS 7D

Developing Your Eye II – Day 6 – Landscape

Keeper of Time

The keeper of time, merciless scoundrel,
has spoken again, capturing another shard of my life.
Ripped out of my mind with a victorious smile
and added to his expanding collection,
he thrives on the past I have to leave behind.

A greedy fat spider, he sits in patience watching
from the middle of his sophisticated net
for the next hapless moment to stumble and fall victim
to the clasping strings of this silken trap.

He carefully stores them in fragile glass urns,
meticulously labelled with places and names
to grant effortless access and a fast retrieval
when his quenchless hunger for my memories calls.

He savours my heartaches in tiny morsels,
relishing the salty flavour of my tears.
He feeds on my follies and devours my sins
with greedy haste, in impatient anticipation of more.

I ward him off, interrupting his steady advance
by keeping my memories close to my heart.
But Mistress Time is capricious and fading is imminent,
so he reclines unperturbed, certain of my failure,
assured of his triumph, content to wait.

 

 

© november child
photo taken with Samsung Galaxy A7

Gentle

A gentle touch
whispered on expectant skin
with the softness of
a summer’s breeze,
may not be the first thing
you want me to praise
in my laudation to you.

Continue reading “Gentle”

Camouflage

  camouflage patterns
imprinted on weathered bark
morning sun shrouded

  Continue reading “Camouflage”

Ballroom

In the ballroom of my phobiæ
I wish I were the wallflower.
Biding my time
sitting shyly on the sidelines,
always passed over
when it is time to dance.
I prefer to remain unnoticed,
overlooked by the revellers,
the shadows my sanctuary,
completely and safely forgotten.

But at this event
I am the guest of honour
with a dance card filled to burst.

in response to Daily Prompt – Sanctuary

© november child
photo credit: ewan mcdowall via flickr

Lingo

I try to follow
the lines of this anecdoche,
this conversational farce,
as it fidgets and stumbles
over its own damaged structure

careening all over the place
it lingers over meaning
for mere seconds only
like a damselfly
hovering over a skiff

the musician in me
is enchanted by
the protruding and ebbing
of  weirdly jumbled sounds,
backlit by a constant buzz

the pragmatist in me
turns bitter with resentment
at the resonance of chaos,
impeding linear thought
and orderly communication

amidst linguistic tangles
I flirt with the thought
of  instant transmigration
into the body of said damselfly
fluttering over tranquil waters,
not bothered by any of this

In response to mindlovemisery’s Wordle #119 ‘July 25th, 2016’

Keywords: Damage /Backlit/ Resonance/ Bitter /Fidget /Skiff /Protrude /Anecdoche Damselfly /Transmigration /Careen

 © november child
photo credit: Mark Ireland via flickr

Unspoken

Had those withheld words
propelled into the air
in a cloud of furious ash,
their downpour might‘ve altered
these parched fields of anger,
spurting acceptance by now.

Had they risen from the depths
of their complex hide-out
in a scorching lava flow,
their escape might’ve collapsed
this cavern of rage,
granting forgiveness in time.

But those unspoken words
keep simmering inside,
a bubble of magma trapped,
increasing in volume
in a brimming chamber,
the inevitable eruption in sight.

 

 

© november child
 photo credit: Photo via VisualHunt

Ugly Duckling In Reverse

Once upon a time
a life fully lived
was written
in the lines on a face.

Accounts of
the troubles, the worries and pain
were observed
on the plains of the skin.

Times filled with
laughter, fears and tears
were embossed
in the wrinkles around eyes.

Now the tales
are wiped off,
chemically smoothed out,
skin stretched tight
and tugged behind ears.

The joys of a lifetime
the grace of maturity,
decades of experience
twisted
into lifeless masks.

Ugly Duckling in reverse.

 

© november child
 in response to: Tale Weaver Fairy Tale #77 July 21st – The Ugly Duckling
photo credit: stray bullet via flickr

 

Tired

muscles strained
from reaching out
across the void

fingers pricked
from sewing up
the edges
that have frayed

grown so tired
of grazing my skin
on another wall

© november child
photo credit: Eugene Peretz via flickr

Cold

creeping in again
with sly miniscule steps,
a cold draft
under the door
speechless

draining the sun
I fought hard for,
a dense blanket
of clouds

helpless

manipulating the  lights
that make up my world,
impenetrable fog
on a ruthless advance

frozen

icicles on my heart
winter in my soul

© november child

photo credit: Grant Chatterstone via flickr

Life’s Corrective Actions #2

smudges 938776_2464979a4c_z

dreaded smudges on

the pristine white canvas of

man-made perfection

 © november child

photo credit: John Lebkowsky via flickr

Life’s Corrective Actions #1

fd845946b53fc9ef1188123abd8a4482

crooked scribbles cross

the perfectly straight lines of

bland conformity

© november child
photo: artist unknown

Colour Me Blue

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

green eyes
black leather jacket
tousled hair
colour me blue

november child
photos taken with Samsung Galaxy A7

in response to: Developing Your Eye -Day 9 – Pop of Colour

Summer Nights

The coals in the grill
are still glowing
radiating heat
in ever smaller circles.
The smell of food
is still lingering,
scenting the air
with dissipating flavours.

Empty bottles of wine and beer
are still on the table,
allowing the clutter
with happy laziness.

Conversations and laughter
are slowly dying down
in a mutual feeling of
tired contentment .

You put your arms around me.

This is time well spent,
this is what I treasure.

©  november child
in response to Developing Your Eye – Day 8 – Treasure
 photo taken with Samsung Galaxy A7 (and yes, I love Scrabble)

Big Dreams

That one
glorious moment
on the lakefront
of Loch Lomond,
remnants of warmth
settled on our skin,
a little breathless still.

We dreamt big
and then fell far.

 

©november child
photos taken with Canon EOS 7D

in response to: Developing Your Eye – Day 7 – Big

 

Solitude

Paint
in blazing colours
use bold strokes
without discretion,
talk Turner to me
in a painting
of your dreams.

Wait
in calm patience
for perfect conditions
then shoot with precision,
talk Adams to me
in a photograph
of your life.

Express
without compunction,
use your soul as a sheet,
mix ink with your tears,
talk Byron to me
in a poem
of your love.

Yet what I will see
are imprints of me,
projecting my hopes
straight onto your world,
for ensnared are we
in the solitude
of our own thoughts.

© november child

in response to: Developing Your Eye – Day 6 – Solitude

photo taken with Canon EOS 7D

 

Missing

Missing 2397635073_97d7e8e7fe_z

What was missing in me
I took from you
from a need I was only

perceiving

the sting of a lack
you stole from me
what was missing in you.

Now we’re both screwed.

© november child
photo credit: AJ Schroetlin via flickr

Do You?

 

Universe 14681861562_f6e65c67c1_z

Do you think
in a language
that possesses a beauty
not from this world?

Do you dream
in colours
that life just can’t
seem to provide?

Do you?

 

© november child

photo credit: Rodney Campbell via flickr

What If

stairway 6854531099_05b7a49f9c_z

Here’s to all the

What Ifs

Please kindly
go to hell
and while
you’re at it
take my regrets
with you.

© november child

photo credit: damon grosso via flickr

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑