This November Night

kaye
Fall, falling-fallen

Blow, blew-blowing

Kisses, wind, leaves,

Pieces of ordinary

Caught, hanging at odd angles

On abandoned, broken- neglect

A naked dry cold earth shivers in this empty night

It seems as though even the darkness has decided to warm itself elsewhere

Through cracked windows, torn dangling blinds

Life peeks in briefly, trying to catch a glimpse of what was once there

Who lived inside these walls?

Yellowed, covered with dust now

Who climbed these stairs now quiet, daily?

Arms loaded with the stuff ordinary creates

Where did they go?

Life demands, I want to answer

To shout back about its roar

Yet my voice becomes swallowed by this night in November.

Published by kaye

Midwest born and raised, college educated-Webster University, BA Journalism. Managing editor of college newspaper, award winning reviewer, Times-Mirror Scholarship receipient. Poet, wife, mom-two daughters-...  View profile

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