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My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Everyday Canvas #1059198 added November 9, 2023 at 11:00am
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Cold November Rain
Prompt:
Cold November Rain. Write about your experience with the cold November rain or the song by Guns and Roses or both for your Blog entry today.
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As to the song, it sounds as if it's whimpering around the love-gone-cold idea. True love, in my opinion, never goes cold. Having said that, I think I'll concentrate on the idea of rain in November.
Where I live, we don't have cold November rains. If anything they are lukewarm but still very helpful to ease the heat. According to the weathercasters, we'll get a cold front during the coming days when the temps at night will dip to 60s. But I lived in the up-north climate for many years and I can well relate to a northern USA's November rain.
As a symbol, "Cold November Rain" evokes a sense of nostalgia and melancholy, as it may be the go-between from the vibrant hues of autumn to the stark white of winter with its chill in the air, marking the end of the year in view and serving as a reminder for the passage of time.
Raindrops like icy whispers tapping against the window pane, the gray clouds and the reflections of a mosaic of muted colors on the ground, and the mostly bare tree branches against the overcast sky, with silhouettes stark and haunting, try to wash away the remnants of the passing year.
Then, there is that certain quietude that comes with a cold November rain. It reminds us it's time for introspection, for cozying up with a good book, for sipping on hot tea, and for reflecting on the year that has passed, hopefully to find peace within ourselves, no matter what this mixed-up world presents to us.
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