I normally do not find November very motivating… It often feels like a pre-Crimbo limbo with its short, dark days and invasion of corny adverts.

However… I have recently been reminded that I have a lot to be grateful for.

That it is easy to find happiness if I stop looking.

That even the cloud-encompassed times can be beautiful and inspire some poetry.


when you can’t lift an eyelid

your child stays inside his dreams’ cloud

and it’s not explosion of the clock

but wistful coffee smell that wakes you up.

You loiter near a bridge fence when someone

asks about your day, sweet smell of

your baby’s neck leads you home.

Sometimes you let your lions rest,

lapse into blissful silence, for once

you face your spiders and bats

and realise that they don’t bite.

You climb up your glass mountain

overlook the golden apples. Sometimes

it takes years of sore knuckles

before you can make good bread.

For the first time ever I am joining with Older Mum in the Muddle and her One Week linky. And since it is Monday, it is all about Magic Moments 😉

one week

Prose for Thought

37 thoughts on “Sometimes…

  1. Gorgeous words lovely lady, vivid and introspective. I don’t mind November so much, it’s my birthday month, so I have something to look forward to.. It’s January I’m not so keen on…. Loved the last line. Thank you so much for linking up to #oneweek. X

  2. I can identify with the smell of coffee….though I love November, agree too sometimes you “miss” happiness if you stop looking for it, your poems and images are a great way of remembering those magic times.

  3. I’m a big fan of autumn and November. I like the calmness and the sense of melancholy. I love sitting in the darkened afternoons feeding my baby and listening to the wind rustling through the trues. Oh I do hope that you can learn to love it x

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  5. The days Ben stayed in his dreams’ cloud as a babe were few and far between, I’m afraid. But now he’s bigger and needs dynamite to get him out of bed I appreciate mornings of wistful coffee smell and lions at rest all the more. 🙂

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