Are you out shopping? Are you staying home? No matter, Poetry Friday is here. I’ll admit I am going to sneak out for a little Santa shopping. Please enjoy the poems gathered here.
My poem speaks so clearly about November. It’s from the book A Year Full of Poems; a collection by Michael Harrison and Christopher Stuart-Clark:
No sun–no moon!
No morn–no noon!
No dawn–no dusk–no proper time of day–
No sky–no earthly view–
No distance looking blue–
No road–no street–no “t’other side this way”–
No end to any Row–
No indications where the Crescents go–
No top to any steeple–
No recognitions of familiar people–
No courtesies for showing ’em–
No knowing ’em!
No traveling at all–no locomotion–
No inkling of the way–no notion–
“No go” by land or ocean–
No mail–no post–
No news from any foreign coast–
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility–
No company–no nobility–
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member–
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds–
I am looking forward to checking back in and seeing what others have posted.
Happy Friday. Happy Reading.