Brief November

Along the lost lanes of my life
Where pain and hope Blemish and blend
The child I was, and I, Traverse
An Enterprise of pock-marked maps
Whose stone doors Dampen splintered eyes
Flicked by fortune's Pernicious tongue

And with the forged Visage of thunder's sword
Her Sentry slays monsters of gray
Freeing Astral blooms to spark and blaze
Across the brief November sky.

11/07/20

8 Word Challenge 11 contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
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Watt Avatar
September 1, 2021 at 8:27 PM
Such linguistic mastery in this brief poem, Michelle. Glorious imagery in this journey with your younger self through the pocked roadmap of your life. I particularly admired 'flicked by fortune's Pernicious tongue' and 'where pain and hope blemish and blend'. I know you were given eight words, and you made it seam effortless. If only we all had a sentry to slay every monster of gray! More amazing writing from your talented pen. (I came here to read and comment after enjoying 'November Blaze').
Ashley Avatar
November 18, 2020 at 11:45 AM
Dear Michelle, your breathtaking imagery sets my heart's imagination afire! The eight words weave seamlessly into the metaphoric beauty of your poem, no easy feat! I especially loved: "Whose stone doors Dampen splintered eyes / Flicked by fortune's Pernicious tongue" - your golden pen spills poetic riches to die for. Congratulations for an excellent win in John's contest. Warmest wishes, dear poetess, dear friend.. ~Susan
Delaney Avatar
November 16, 2020 at 3:38 AM
You are a born storyteller,Michelle: You can weave the words to your will. Congrats on your win. Hugs, SuZ
Pandit Avatar
November 14, 2020 at 2:06 PM
Every word so preciously well placed, Michelle. Your talent always shines in your poems. BIG congrats on your TOP win.
Hamilton Avatar
November 13, 2020 at 5:30 PM
Another wonderful write, surprisingly concise but yet effective, congrats Michelle on a nice win!
Watt Avatar
November 13, 2020 at 1:20 PM
I love how you take poetic journeys to, or with, the child you once were. This partnership creates a marriage of imagination, wisdom, wonder, and insight. A delightful read through and through, I particularly was attracted to 'Freeing astral blooms to spark and blaze'. Congratulations on your deserved win, my friend.
Kauffman Avatar
November 13, 2020 at 11:13 AM
A wondrous journey spoken in eight lines dear friend. Eight words blended perfectly as if they always belonged together. I have read this marvelous poem several times to let its richness seep into those places where pondering happens. High fives, kudos and congratulations.
Wolf Avatar
November 9, 2020 at 2:02 PM
I was glad to read the cheerful ending here to such a dark, dismal opening --- although that is the flavor of November, fo sure... The mastery of language you have attained is remarkable, my friend. One spends minutes pondering your words. G.L. in the contest. ~ Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 7:14 PM
Those monsters of gray...is it hair?
Faulkner Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 9:13 PM
Could be ;)
Kendrick Avatar
November 8, 2020 at 10:29 AM
Reads like a good contender to me. Way to go. Seems you used the words in a very good way. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara
Downing  Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 9:18 PM
Nicely done, I enjoyed it a lot :)
Rose  Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 6:43 PM
May you always slay your dragons with your witty pen and sword, nice one dear Michelle.
Faulkner Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 8:45 PM
Thank you so much for the color of your words, my friend!
Leffanta Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 11:45 AM
Would that November, December and up to 20 January be briefer still! Aloha! Rico
Faulkner Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 8:44 PM
I am ready for Jan 20th :)
Theraven Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 10:37 AM
Michelle, You shared it well in your 'Brief November'. There's always hope skies grow kinder come December. -Richard
Faulkner Avatar
November 7, 2020 at 11:19 AM
Yes, November feels brief to me because the days are growing shorter (but of course the nights are longer!) Thank you for your comment~
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