november child

the curse of a sentimental heart & a skeptical mind




I have made a mosaic of
our conversations, frantically
inserting colourful shards of
desperation to fill in
the uncomfortable gaps.

I dive headfirst into your silences
which equally repel and attract me,
unable to sit this one out while
suffering from flashbacks to a place
where silence equalled punishment.

I choke on the pleas I will not voice,
raising my shield of nervous smiles,
and taking refuge in jokes, and sarcasm,
anything, really anything,
to cover up my fear, and confusion.

© november child
photo credit: Pat Mitchell
I happened upon this site while searching for a photo. I am not a fan of mosaics but this artist made some powerful, and beautiful works of art.



I hear you,
loud and clear.
Each quiver,  crack,
change of timbre,
every pause,
and most of all
your silence
cries out to me.

© november child
photo credit:


City Asleep

I lean into the stillness
of a city asleep.

I embrace the dense cloud cover
sealing in night-time illumination’s
surreal orange light;
banned from leaping up
into infinite space,
it raises a dome of seclusion,
cheating us into thinking
we are cut off from
the rest of the world.

I hum to the feeble tune
a single siren wails
in the distance,
and walk to the timing
of redundant traffic lights,
whose warning is lost on
the few resolute pigeons
reaping the harvest that
discarded food offers.

I carefully avoid stepping
on the interchangeable truths
neon lights write on dirty tarmac,
while cheering for the tiny ice rebels
in their quest of concealing
the concrete monsters
with a white veil
of fleeting beauty.



© november child
photo credit: Katerianer via deviantart
The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 281


Yours is a silence
of punishment
breaking us
into the small pieces
you prefer.

Yours is a silence
of contempt
diminishing us
to anxious children
you can command.

Yours is a silence
that screams
of what was done to you,
the only legacy
you are capable of.


© november child
photo credit: wallpaper cave



As we fill our cities with
incessant sounds,

our cars with
blaring music,

our homes with
torrents of words

and our minds with
chattering thoughts

we are gliding
on the back of noises,

for when the world falls silent
our fears are bound to set in.

© november child
in response to: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Music Prompt # 54: Sound of Silence, cover by David Draiman and Disturbed
photo credit: taffmeister via

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