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Rainless November

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Resembling my soul, November leaves seem exhausted, slumbering under sleeping trees, gently rustling in the breeze. Selfish skies are covered in grey clouds, but the angst in the air remains stale. It's been fourteen years, yet his ghost still appears in the mist, remaining silent, as death never speaks, but I've become content without answers. In the drizzle of disappointment, I'm fading away without the rain. There is no one to listen to the grief nested within my heart, so I'm unable to process the torment. The birds on my window seem numb without a morning chorus - I feel their sorrow. So, I listen to the songs he used to sing - how his life is of no use to no one. Each word engrained in whiskey memories, a reminder of weeping in corridors long forgotten. But, I wonder have I become an replica of him? If so, then burn my effigy into nothingness, for I've become tired from existing within shattered seasonal flashbacks. Yet, I'll wear this 'Joker' smile, so my mum cannot fathom my muffled misery. In the eternal silence - I wonder if you will wait for me across the river and guide me beyond the unknown verge. So much is hidden behind the veil, where only words can remove the obstruction, but I'll always be an adjective to your misunderstood metaphor.

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Date: 2/1/2025 3:09:00 PM
This aches with the weight of grief and unresolved longing, reflecting on the complexities of loss and identity. The imagery—November leaves "slumbering under sleeping trees," skies burdened with "grey clouds," and birds numb in their silence—creates a visceral atmosphere of melancholy. "But, I wonder, have I become a replica of him?" and the closing thought of being "an adjective to your misunderstood metaphor," add a deeply personal, reflective quality that lingers. Great work of art.
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Date: 11/29/2024 5:17:00 PM
SO, in time I hope you'll have a relationship that honors and mitigates the loss you still feel today. It's not easy to deal with a haunting memory, and you certainly bring that point home beautifully with your words. When you are ready to morph the pain into understanding, it will just happen if you are lucky enough. I've found a long period of grief finally gave up its grip when I could focus on the present and the people in my life today with more clarity and dedication to them. It's strange.
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Date: 11/25/2024 1:24:00 PM
Dear silent one, you write on grief in such a way that readers truly will feel the depth of what you express with metaphors and descriptive diction that flows in such an evocative manner. This poem highlights how so much of whats left unsaid, and suppressed , without really finding an opportunity to fully express can lead to flashbacks and dwelling in memories of what could have been said. As you’ve stated in your last stanza especially! The way you paint imagery of melancholy is what stands out, especially the lines of how birds sit numb, that really is a clever line, and also “ Yet, I'll wear this 'Joker' smile, so my mum cannot fathom my muffled misery.“ i think mothers would always feel their children and their grief and pain even in silence. This poem is soul hitting and very sincerely woven. Felt this! Sending you light always
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Date: 11/25/2024 12:06:00 PM
It's strange how death stops everything and life goes in limbo. The seasons still turn, but at times in slow motion. You relay this wonderfully.
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Date: 11/21/2024 2:30:00 AM
how your verses bleed in a subliminal way , mirroring the angst of aloneness when no one listens...beautiful, S!
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Date: 11/19/2024 4:08:00 AM
The somber notes of seasoned pain express such deep and connected emotion Silent One! This journey through sadness as only you can lead us, is quite moving!
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Date: 11/17/2024 5:40:00 PM
Dear SO, such a hauntingly beautiful exploration of grief and memory. I love how you blended together the imagery of nature with deep emotional reflection. I liked the way you convey the lingering presence of loss alongside the struggle for contentment that is so powerful. A wonderful heartfelt piece that deeply touched me! Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
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Date: 11/17/2024 12:32:00 PM
You have captured the bleakness of the beginning of winter as the world loses all of its color and warmth. And yet I hope your audience warms you a bit like a space heater in the room.
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Date: 11/17/2024 10:39:00 AM
Sad one. “November leaves seem exhausted” reminds me of Sylvia Plath! Love the second verse! “ There is no one to listen to the grief nested within my heart” - seems even if there is, no one feels the pain of yours exactly the way you do, so we often have to be content that we all have our sufferings to bear. Very nicely done, Silent!
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Date: 11/17/2024 8:13:00 AM
One reads and feels the raw emotions in your brilliant poem.
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Date: 11/16/2024 9:54:00 PM
Very nice read! The last lines are great poetry lines :-)
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Date: 11/16/2024 8:19:00 PM
Your wonderful images set the scene for this heartfelt, impressive, but melancholy poem. very nicely written. :)
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Date: 11/16/2024 5:58:00 PM
The emotion conveyed in this poem is truly overwhelming; I can feel the pain in your writing. While I may never fully understand your struggles or the experiences you carry, I truly appreciate your work. The way you crafted each line makes it worthwhile to read. Keep up the amazing work—I see great potential for you in the future. Best regards, R.S.
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Date: 11/16/2024 11:51:00 AM
Hello silent One, yes we feel the pain of losing someone we love. Your father's spiri Enjoy your day my friend. /Darlene/t is watching over you.
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Date: 11/16/2024 11:18:00 AM
"There is no one to listen to the grief nested within my heart," -- echoes of the source, heartfelt reverberation the most difficult to silence. "then burn my effigy into nothingness, for I've become tired from existing within shattered seasonal flashbacks." -- what we dwell upon, happiness, sadness, bravery, fear, we become. Friendship, love, has no borders, nor time and place. They have no measurable weight...all impact and feeling. Rulers of all. Profound write!
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Date: 11/16/2024 8:42:00 AM
I enjoyed reading this wonderful yet sad "Rainless November" write/story. Love your line, "Yet, I'll wear this 'Joker' smile, so my mum cannot fathom my muffled misery." So Sorry... Many wear a 'Joker' smile from time to time in life. Have a blessed day/weekend writing away..................
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Date: 11/16/2024 3:35:00 AM
First of all S1,your narration to you emotional poem is just excellent. Hauntingly beautiful, capturing the weight of grief and longing with raw honesty. The imagery of November's exhaustion mirrors the weariness of the soul, and the interplay of silence, memory, and unanswered questions evokes a profound sense of vulnerability. It's a deeply moving reflection on the echoes of someone lost yet ever-present, resonating in the quiet spaces of the heart. A fave ...Hugs
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Silent One
Date: 11/16/2024 4:41:00 AM
We are all vulnerable at certain seasons... Thank you Maria..
Date: 11/16/2024 3:09:00 AM
A good title, portraying the theme, the heartbreaking saga onfolding beneath your pen, the layers of mourning, grief, quiet grief... wonderful writing. God bless you always, love, Gina
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Silent One
Date: 11/16/2024 4:41:00 AM
Thank you Gina..
Date: 11/16/2024 1:14:00 AM
Quite an emotional write SO, I can feel the pain in your words. It's hard to move on and let go but the past we can't change.. Tom
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Silent One
Date: 11/16/2024 4:40:00 AM
You are right it can be difficult.. Thank you
Date: 11/16/2024 12:28:00 AM
A wonderful poem , dear poet. Have a happy weekend!
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Date: 11/15/2024 8:40:00 PM
"Yet, I'll wear this 'Joker' smile, so my mum cannot fathom my muffled misery." This made my eyes tear up. A layer of deep melancholy, I see surfacing in most of your poems. "In the eternal silence - I wonder if you will wait for me across the river and guide me beyond the unknown verge". If not here, in the other world you hope to have the presence of your dear one to guide your way. Very touching! You are indeed the great poet of pathos, dear Silent One.
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Silent One
Date: 11/16/2024 4:39:00 AM
Im not sure I am worthy of such a title, but thank you... Glad you appreciated my poem..
Date: 11/15/2024 6:49:00 PM
Very beautiful - diction very careful...I wish you all the beauty in the world
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Silent One
Date: 11/16/2024 4:39:00 AM
Thank you.. I wish you the same..
Date: 11/15/2024 6:29:00 PM
You will always be a great poet to my eyes S, :)
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Silent One
Date: 11/16/2024 4:38:00 AM
Thank you for your constant support..
Date: 11/15/2024 5:00:00 PM
A heartfelt write of being depressed over one's loss. A painful reflection of a fifteen year event. Dark feelings reflected in grey skies, and the silence of birds. The environment is dark reflecting the darkness one feels inside. Feelings of being alone to deal with in secrecy. An unsettling resolve or closure that was never finalized but remains as a question in one's mind. Metaphorically wonderful in usage but a heartfelt write with unanswered resolve and many questions the saddened heart seeks answers to. Hope your spirits are up my friend
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Silent One
Date: 11/15/2024 10:54:00 PM
You are spot on Michael. You get lonely when you can't really share your feeling with those who claim to love you..Thanks for your insight
Date: 11/15/2024 3:00:00 PM
Oh my SO what a brilliant heart wrenching poem straight from ‘your heart’…..hauntingly sad! Really made me feel! Loved it….Debx
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Silent One
Date: 11/16/2024 4:38:00 AM
Always nice when people feel your words... Thank you Deb.
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