thoughts about november

[Sampson]

I kicked this little verse under my breath whilst walking back from work; I had stopped for a coffee and found myself reading some J.G. Ballard, which got me feeling rather liberal with my language... Nothing special, but it's a nice little winter poem I thought.

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cinnamon and cigar smoke
ensnare my senses
smells settling heavy
like fog over a town
in the process of closing down
for the cold november night time
and i can't help but
write rhymes in my mind
as i find beauty in the
twinkling orange and
white lights and the
youthful deep blue night sky
hanging around the
high street like i did
when i was fifteen
watching seasons changing
but tonight it's not so hazy
there's beauty in the lazy
nature of the backwards place

[cogs]

please stay language-liberal, as your poem opens up my understanding of what you're seeing... i like that you're saying what you want to say... the subject makes me feel some of the things i feel at times... colors, scents, actions all help. i like the line about the city shutting down. sounds good.

[MorpheusSandman]

I really think this perfectly captures those fleeting moments of intuitive and aesthetic reflection at the world around us; especially the ephemeral things in nature and how it intermingles with the beauty in our manufactured world. I love where you switch to talking about your own feelings at the time because I think we all have those poetic moments where we're not doing much and suddenly things just strike us.