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31 October 2010

November

INSIGHT TO NOVEMBER

The Prose

November is perhaps the most moving month of the year, steeped in tradition and teeming with expectancy. Why yearn for sunnier climes or a terracotta tan when November's seasonal pulchritude comes free of charge. Broad avenues, awash with colour and piled high with copper jewels: red-gold gems, cascading from majestic trees, making way for fresh creations of embryonic buds.

Natural beauty contrasts sharply with more morbid attractions. Searing bonfires concoct a vivid tableau. Orange flames triumphantly lick the feet of man-made guys, egged on by a jubilant audience gobbling sausages and baked potatoes. Historical, traditional, and macabre, as are the fireworks: pretty explosives noisily winging, gloriously beguiling.

Scarlet poppies adorning our attire signify remembrance for the soldiers who fought for liberation … the war dead, who gave us optimism. Yields of mistletoe and holly and sometimes early snow prompt thoughts of Christmas celebrations, of nativity, and gatherings of families and friends.

Thus, November is a month of diverse elements: breathtaking, poignant, and sad. But it is never dull and those who claim that it is should examine its true potential, and wrest a soupçon of comfort from the depths of the sombre monotony that exists solely within their hearts.

This is November. Enjoy.

November was the month, many years ago, when I was seriously burnt, and had the misfortune to be in hospital when victims of bonfire and firework ‘accidents’ were admitted. I felt obliged to write the following poem, at the same time incorporating other monstrous November scenes.

The Poem
Broad avenues awash with colour,
Red gold gems tumbling to the ground;
Evolution preparing fresh creation,
Embryonic buds already sound.

Beyond the mists stem glowing vistas.
Nature sighs in resignation,
No challenger for graphic scenes
Of morbid fascination.

Poppies, red and unembellished,
Symbols of commemoration
To men in bloody trenches; soldiers
Sacrificing lives to give us liberation.

Carousals of darting, searing fire,
Triumphant flames of orange hue,
Incited by beholders’ hearty cheers
To kiss the feet of guys, and maybe you.

Motley fireworks, spectacular and loud,
Spiralling in the darkening night,
Gripping young ones, riveting them to pain.
Inevitably their shocking plight.

Advance through crumbly autumn leaves
Amidst displays of deciduous attraction,
But heed the groans as flames descend
And human euphoria condones the action.

7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

interesting you perspectives and how experience plays a big part in it...npov makes me think of thankfulness....i would put you on that list...smiles.

Akelamalu said...

November is my birthday month so, as such, I do enjoy it. However it hasn't stopped me booking two weeks in the sun to enjoy my birthday this year. ;)

I'm sorry to hear about the burns you suffered, November must bring mixed emotions for you.

Ron said...

Oh, what a GORGEOUS post, Valerie!

Simply gorgeous!

November is without a doubt my most favorite month (also October), and for all the reasons you share within this post.

I never thought of it that way, but you're so right, November IS steeped in tradition and teeming with expectancy.

I sincerely enjoy the fall (and also the winter) because this is the time of the year when I rejuvenate and receive my most creative inspiration. I feel more at peace, but at the same time more energized

Oh, and yes....the COLORS! The glorious colors of nature!

Lovely post, dear lady! Enjoyed the poem!

Have a wonderful weekend!

Mr. Shife said...

Beautiful poem, Val. I wish I could share your same sentiment about November but I am not a big fan mostly because I have to start dealing with the colder weather and lack of sunshine. I do get the winter blues so I need some sun. Have a good weekend.

SY said...

great piece.
November means cold weather, boots
and oversized sweaters to me

Sniffles and Smiles said...

Hello, dearest Val...just stopping by to see one of my most favorite writers!!! And what do I find? A piece of poetic brilliance!!! This is spectacular!!! And it doesn't hurt that you have written about my favorite month :-)) I do hope your November is as beautiful as you and your poetry! Love you! Janine XO

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hi Valerie,

This is a literary masterpiece.Amazing description of the month of November.

Here in Kochi the monsoon has not abated and moving around is quite a problem.

While one portion of the earth is dressed in glory and wonder the other portion looks dim and dark.

Your poem is a fabulous treat.

Best wishes,
Joseph