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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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Date: 9/1/2021 8:27:00 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').
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Date: 11/18/2020 11:45:00 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
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Date: 11/16/2020 3:38:00 AM
You are a born storyteller,Michelle: You can weave the words to your will. Congrats on your win. Hugs, SuZ
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Date: 11/14/2020 2:06:00 PM
Every word so preciously well placed, Michelle. Your talent always shines in your poems. BIG congrats on your TOP win.
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Date: 11/13/2020 5:30:00 PM
Another wonderful write, surprisingly concise but yet effective, congrats Michelle on a nice win!
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Date: 11/13/2020 1:20:00 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.
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Date: 11/13/2020 11:13:00 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.
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Date: 11/9/2020 2:02:00 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
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Date: 11/8/2020 7:14:00 PM
Those monsters of gray...is it hair?
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Michelle Faulkner
Date: 11/8/2020 9:13:00 PM
Could be ;)
Date: 11/8/2020 10:29:00 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
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Date: 11/7/2020 9:18:00 PM
Nicely done, I enjoyed it a lot :)
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Date: 11/7/2020 6:43:00 PM
May you always slay your dragons with your witty pen and sword, nice one dear Michelle.
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Michelle Faulkner
Date: 11/7/2020 8:45:00 PM
Thank you so much for the color of your words, my friend!
Date: 11/7/2020 11:45:00 AM
Would that November, December and up to 20 January be briefer still! Aloha! Rico
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Michelle Faulkner
Date: 11/7/2020 8:44:00 PM
I am ready for Jan 20th :)
Date: 11/7/2020 10:37:00 AM
Michelle, You shared it well in your 'Brief November'. There's always hope skies grow kinder come December. -Richard
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Michelle Faulkner
Date: 11/7/2020 11:19:00 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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