Winner GLBT category.
It is November,
the grey month,
the month of yuck.
The waning light,
the chill,
the month of,
cold bones,
after,
my favourite season,
the Fall,
which now seems to,
consist of eight days,
in October.
The gloomy month comes.
I suppose some people,
like November,
I am not of that tribe.
November,
is the month where,
Winter once again,
rears it’s inevitability.
Grey, wet, damp and slippery.
it is a month associated,
with sadness and gloom.
This may be an aging thing,
I don’t remember if I always,
hated November,
maybe not.
The more Novembers,
I live through,
the more I get that,
snowbird thing,
yup.
This November,
is ok,
I am in a good and creative place,
I feel hopeful and hyped,
loved and cherished,
if there is someone,
in no position to complain,
it’s me,
and yet,
well,
what can I say,
It’s November!!!!
🙂
So I sit,
in my flannel bathrobe,
at my computer,
and keep,
pounding the keys,
try to keep from distractions.
listening to music to inspire,
and reading things on the internet.
I just realized,
that this week,
marks the 25 Th anniversary,
of the Berlin Wall,
falling,
let me write that again,
25 years.
When I was in college,
the day the Berlin Wall would fall,
seemed a date,
way off,
in the future,
perhaps,
even science fiction future,
and,
yet,
only a few short years,
later,
I sat on the couch,
in my living room,
with the ex,
watching it being torn down,
we were filled with joy,
wonder,
even,
the world was changing,
for the better,
we were young,
full of energy,
dreams,
for the world,
for ourselves,
a magical time.
I remember the euphoria,
that was November,
November 1989.
Some people remember,
where they were,
when Kennedy was assassinated,
most of us,
except the youngest,
remember seeing,
the planes flying into the twin towers
🙁
The Berlin Wall falling,
wasn’t like that,
it was the birth,
of new freedom,
for the people behind the iron curtain,
we were young,
innocent and optimistic,
it was a great time to be alive,
the end of the fear of the cold war.
Twenty five years,
I see things with much more nuance,
now,
at forty-nine,
than I did at twenty-four,
but,
I will never forget that feeling,
the adrenaline,
you know what freaks me out,
about those memories?
that they happened twenty-five years ago.
When did twenty five years,
become a relatively short period of time?
Yup,
I blame November
🙂
Later girls,
BB
Just yesterday I used 25 years as the frame in which I had last done something – it’s nearly half a lifetime ago for us both. I guess that’s what gives the frame it’s power – it so clearly pinpoints a self that is no longer – young and so unformed, aspirational & yes, idealist.
You are right, half a lifetime and yet, so close, fascinating thing how notions of time change,eh?
You remind me of a poem by Thomas Hood (you likely know of it?):
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–
November!
(Me, I usually figure we’re fortunate to be on this side of the sod, even on grey November days . . .)
Wow, thank you, no I had never heard of this poem, it has just become my November poem, awesome!!!
and Yeah, I know I am grouchy about November, I’ll be over it soon, promise:-)