Grey November

[silvergreen]

Grey November

For years I've been your love's greatest pretender,
My soul's bein' wrapped into a grey November,
When of your kiss and your embrace I do remember,
Of your gentle and mild caresses, and so tender...
(silvergreen - 2007, August 25)

[Cate]

Hi Silvergreen

This collection of poems from 2006/07 is quite passionate full of want and angst.
This one is my favourite (I'm reading it as being interconnected with the others). I like the longing of it and, though I know it was written before, it reminds me of the song, 'Did I ever love you' - 'And is it still raining/Back in November'.

[silvergreen]

Hi Silvergreen

This collection of poems from 2006/07 is quite passionate full of want and angst.
This one is my favourite (I'm reading it as being interconnected with the others). I like the longing of it and, though I know it was written before, it reminds me of the song, 'Did I ever love you' - 'And is it still raining/Back in November'.

Thank you, Cate!
You are right in a way, my poems are full of want and sadness and passion and love at its best...
A love without future, a forbidden one, a secret one.
This is a story from the past, which marked my entire life and has after-effects.
It inspired me to write lots of poems in English and in Romanian, most of them, at the time.
Now the story came to a certain end and that spark of inspiration is gone , but who knows, it may continue some day...

[Cate]

it's hard to make errors in a love that has just has a moment, but then a moment can be everything.

It might be interesting to write of that love now, by the embers of the fire (so to speak).

[lizzytysh]

Your phrasing in this poem is so very poetic, silvergreen.
The result for me is feeling it in a visceral way.

~ Lizzie

[silvergreen]

Your phrasing in this poem is so very poetic, silvergreen.
The result for me is feeling it in a visceral way.

~ Lizzie

Thank you, Lizzie!
This is an everlasting spark of the past, my poetry, my feeling, my dreaming.