Poetry Friday: “November Night”

There are so many crisp, perfect, and wistful poems about November. It’s hard to choose just one, isn’t it? But here’s a short one I return to every year. (And it’s in the public domain, yay!) 

November Night
by Adelaide Crapsey

Listen …
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.

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The ever-lovely Janice Scully is hosting the 

Poetry Friday round-up this week at Salt City Verse.

Photo courtesy of Pixabay. 

Poetry Friday: A Meme Poem

Susan, at Chicken Spaghetti, invited us to join her in a meme poem, ala Donika Kelly. Kelly’s inspiration was a meme from 2017, so I went back to see what else made the rounds that year. Remember this grand entrance? As Professor Robert Kelly conducted an interview with the BBC, his daughter marched into the room, her baby brother rollered in behind her, and then his wife rocketed in to retrieve the uninvited interview guests. 

Here’s the video that went viral: 

And here’s my poem: 

Life Interrupted 

Oh, sweetheart, 

March! 

Burst on the scene, 

exultant. 

Jubilant. 

Lead the parade. 

Insert yourself. 

Settle in, take up space. 

Suck the marrow of life. 

Act like you own it, baby.  

Because you do. 

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Carol at The Apples in My Orchard has the Poetry Friday round-up this week.