A response to “No!” by Thomas Hood (1844)
November threatens forgetfulness
of summer’s desire, the yearn, the yawn, the yes!
of existence, with no! of “no shine,
no butterflies, no bees”
with creak of knees, lines of face
silver hair and brittle nails
and yes! wintry death of all desire
but for the joy in plenitude
carpe diem of eternity summering in You.
“Thus the snow loses its imprint in the sun.” (Dante, Paradiso)
For Cee's FOTD (Flower of the Day), a dahlia; "No! Vember," d'verse's Poetics prompt, pays tribute to "No!" by Thomas Hood and asks that we take "a line from this poem and use it as springboard for a new poem." I chose "No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees."
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I like the way you turn the negativity around. It’s too easy to say no, maybe we should say yes more often.
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Dora, what a wonderful notion of “eternity summering within” each of us.
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I would really prefer to forget November than what summer gave me… but when in November we have to get through I think.
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Great hope in No! Well done Dora!!
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That is a gorgeous dahlia 😀
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“the yearn, the yawn, the yes!”
Luv the alliteration
Nice One!!!
Much💛love
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Gray way too read your poem Dora
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I hope November doesn’t make me forget the joys of summer. The wonders of butterflies and bees.
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Snow here today. Just sayin.
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☃️
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I agree, Dora, with no, but yes to November. It’s a kind of sepia month, with only vestiges of the abundance of flowers and produce of summer and early autumn. But without it there would be no gentle nudge into December and the depths of winter. And I love the alliteration in “the yearn, the yawn, the yes!”
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Beautiful, Dora 💖
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I love how you turned the negative around Dora ❤
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Glad you liked! Thank you Angela. ❤️
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Forgetfulness is certainly a big part of it…(K)
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When the cold weather sets in, it seems endless, Kerfe.
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