Now, in my November time

IMG_3921 v

I walk all alone in my Nordic
November’s obscure and gloomy light,
my heart lies fallow and the feet gets cold,
my freezing fingers hides in my coat pockets.
I have no one to lean on and you’re so far away.
I wish you could come and colorize my dreary rooms,
and bring joy and love to my barren body and sullen soul.

Now, here in November!

But you might love
your anger and pride more
than you love me, so this can be
the end of our road. Your fear to lose
me have kept me back, but now when you
choose to remain in silent anger not talking to
me, you give me no option but to move on my own.

Soon winter will come, and maybe I should think more
about winter boots than on you. I imagine  you will
become more devastated than I will be, as I feel
secure with myself being well shod by age.
But it’s harder now in my stage of life to
accept the loss of dreams and illusions.

Maybe you were only a lonely lady’s lovely but silly dream.
It was though such a sweet dream to live with and now
in my faded November time walking alone lifeless
and leafless, I still think it would have been
so good for me to have you here with me
making me feel loved

 

IMG_3986_1n

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Autumn poem, love poem, poem by vonnely, poems, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Now, in my November time

  1. 藍光影片 says:

    Sincerely Yours,I noticed your new stuff named “Now, in my November time | poems by vonnely” daily. Your story-telling style is bravo, keep doing what you`re doing! And you can look my website about 藍光影片.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s