Saturday, November 1, 2014

November 1, 2014 Pad Challenge/Game Over/Over Game -- The Sunday Whirl/November Morning

Game Over/Over Game

whichever way you play                                          and he really liked to play

 game night                                                    ready for the competition

deal the cards                                                throw the dice

he picked the game                                                  made up the rules

we all wondered how he won                     every time

he was my daddy                  a gentleman               who loved the game
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November Morning

I put the apricot jam                                                                    on my toast

thunder roars                                                 were they bowling in the mountains

could it signal rain                         in the high mountain desert  
   
                                      a phenomenon almost forgotten

so many days of sunshine                            leaves no room for the cloudy greys

a change in the weather                   is sometimes all that is needed to spark   

the new you that is waiting         open the door                       winter is on the way

alone in the dark                                                               the cold air bites my skin

where is summer                for goodness sake                                 memories swirl                     

time passes quickly                                         yesterday so strong in my mind                                       

tomorrow               like the tiny puppy at the tit                         nudges for its place

i look back                             satisfied                       i lived this year as best i could

but now              so much i would like to burn                                   from memory

slash the records                                                          tear them from their bindings

little pieces           like snow                                                flutter down around me

no longer sure what is written there                                   perhaps it doesn’t matter

I cease to be jaded by                                          yesterday



November 1, 2014



3 comments:

  1. November Morning is a gem, one of my faves of yours, Annell. I especially love the promise in "a change in the weather / is sometimes all that is needed to spark
    / the new you that is waiting / open the door". WOW!!!!!!! I like the tiny puppy of tomorrow, too, very much.

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  2. Some people are really adept at games! And love them. Sounds like your dad was one of those people.

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  3. I love how that pot of jam opened up not just the morning but the day...the year..your thoughts and reflections...and the determination to be... xo

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