10 comments on ““November the Penultimate”

  1. O, Dee, I know that march…….that tenderness in the calves…….the ache forgotten of the road already gone behind. You sing to me in words I know by heart. Thank you, Dee. ~ Love, Bobbie

  2. Dee – again, and again – your strength is in the color you see – I will confess to some envy here – I wish I would have wrote that – but that quickly fades – I’m so glad I read that. πŸ™‚ Happy December Dee.

    • What I want to confess is the feeling that creeps in once in a while after I write something, that I did not quite hit the ball right out of the park, but perhaps just fortunate to have batted the ball at all. This is what I felt after writing and scrubbing this piece a few times, and I am quite elated at your comments, Sandy. Thank you once more for discovering some gold and ore in this field of words. And I am so glad you read this poem, too! Happy December, Sandy! πŸ™‚

  3. This poem reminded me of one last hurrah before we pull down the shutters and get ready for the party. Strange, what we take away from words well woven.

    A lovely read, Dee. Thank you for bringing this to us,

    • What a unique and lovely way of looking at a penultimate month… “one last hurrah before we pull down the shutters and get ready for the party”…. your zest for life ever shows through, Eric. It is deliciously contagious… I am delighted the words invoked these sentiments.

      Best wishes,

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