Wednesday, November 01, 2006

November
By Don Iannone













November arrives,
as lustful as bare wind on slackened sails,
Determined and forceful,
as only Scorpio can be, and always
secretive and magical in her poison sting,
The circles she spins...not beginnings of anything,
and not usually the end of anything, but
a time to be thankful for everything,
Also a time to celebrate pilgrimages, and
adventures to other worlds, that lie beyond
usual boundaries, and beyond
those normal parts of ourselves, that we wear
like costume jewelry to the theatre,
Her passionate skies wide open, and yield,
as only a woman can do,
ensnaring all she receives,
Her hypnotic smile intoxicates, and befalls
the unsuspecting seeker of her dark secrets,
November is here...I hear her spinning near.

10 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

Another great poem from you, Don.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Gautami. Hoping you are well.

ufukhati said...

don,

yes, "a time to be thankful for everything"

every word counts
and
to the "creater of the web"
: how superior the shape is.

Pat Paulk said...

Weaving a web of Winter beginnings. good one Don!!

polona said...

well done, don! enjoyed.

serenity said...

Beautiful as always. Just beautiful.

Thank you, Don, for your gift.

Anonymous said...

Her hypnotic smile intoxicates, and befalls
the unsuspecting seeker of her dark secrets,
November is here...I hear her spinning near.

Powerful verse...very powerful...great stuff...quite the pen

Anonymous said...

Is this yours!!! If so my friend, you hold a lot of power with the pen...wow!

Don Iannone said...

My thanks to everyone for their wonderful coments.

Kuan Gung...I'm not sure that any of my poetry is really mine. The good ones just kind of flow through you and you channel them to the page.

floots said...

nice one
great pic too

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