#october poem

[lunchboxpoems]

OCTOBER

1.

Is it winter again, is it cold again, didn’t Frank just slip on the ice, didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted

didn’t the night end, didn’t the melting ice flood the narrow gutters

wasn’t my body rescued, wasn’t it safe

didn’t the scar form, invisible above the injury

terror and cold, didn’t they just end, wasn’t the back garden harrowed and planted–

I remember how the earth felt, red and dense, in stiff rows, weren’t the seeds planted, didn’t vines climb the south wall

I can’t hear your voice for the wind’s cries, whistling over the bare ground

I no longer care what sound it makes

when I was silenced, when did it first seem pointless to describe that sound

what it sounds like can’t change what it is–

didn’t the night end, wasn’t the earth safe when it was planted

didn’t we plant the seeds, weren’t we necessary to the earth,

the vines, were they harvested?

. 2.

Summer after summer has ended, balm after violence: it does me no good to be good to me now; violence has changed me.

Daybreak. The low hills shine ochre and fire, even the fields shine. I know what I see; sun that could be the August sun, returning everything that was taken away —

You hear this voice? This is my mind’s voice; you can’t touch my body now. It has changed once, it has hardened, don’t ask it to respond again.

A day like a day in summer. Exceptionally still. The long shadows of the maples nearly mauve on the gravel paths. And in the evening, warmth. Night like a night in summer.

It does me no good; violence has changed me. My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, with the sense it is being tested.

Once more, the sun rises as it rose in summer; bounty, balm after violence. Balm after the leaves have changed, after the fields have been harvested and turned.

Tell me this is the future, I won’t believe you. Tell me I’m living, I won’t believe you.

. 3.

Snow had fallen. I remember music from an open window.

Come to me, said the world. This is not to say it spoke in exact sentences but that I perceived beauty in this manner.

Sunrise. A film of moisture on each living thing. Pools of cold light formed in the gutters.

I stood at the doorway, ridiculous as it now seems.

What others found in art, I found in nature. What others found in human love, I found in nature. Very simple. But there was no voice there.

Winter was over. In the thawed dirt, bits of green were showing.

Come to me, said the world. I was standing in my wool coat at a kind of bright portal — I can finally say long ago; it gives me considerable pleasure. Beauty the healer, the teacher —

death cannot harm me more than you have harmed me, my beloved life.

. 4.

The light has changed; middle C is tuned darker now. And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed. —

This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring. The light of autumn: you will not be spared.

The songs have changed; the unspeakable has entered them.

This is the light of autumn, not the light that says I am reborn.

Not the spring dawn: I strained, I suffered, I was delivered. This is the present, an allegory of waste.

So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate: the ideal burns in you like a fever. Or not like a fever, like a second heart.

The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful. They have been concentrated in a smaller space, the space of the mind. They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.

And yet the notes recur. They hover oddly in anticipation of silence. The ear gets used to them. The eye gets used to disappearances.

You will not be spared, nor will what you love be spared.

A wind has come and gone, taking apart the mind; it has left in its wake a strange lucidity.

How priviledged you are, to be passionately clinging to what you love; the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you.

Maestro, doloroso:

This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us. Surely it is a privilege to approach the end still believing in something.

. 5.

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to restore it. Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

I am at work, though I am silent.

The bland

misery of the world bounds us on either side, an alley

lined with trees; we are

companions here, not speaking, each with his own thoughts;

behind the trees, iron gates of the private houses, the shuttered rooms

somehow deserted, abandoned,

as though it were the artist’s duty to create hope, but out of what? what?

the word itself false, a device to refute perception — At the intersection,

ornamental lights of the season.

I was young here. Riding the subway with my small book as though to defend myself against

the same world:

you are not alone, the poem said, in the dark tunnel.

. 6.

The brightness of the day becomes the brightness of the night; the fire becomes the mirror.

My friend the earth is bitter; I think sunlight has failed her. Bitter or weary, it is hard to say.

Between herself and the sun, something has ended. She wants, now, to be left alone; I think we must give up turning to her for affirmation.

Above the fields, above the roofs of the village houses, the brilliance that made all life possible becomes the cold stars.

Lie still and watch: they give nothing but ask nothing.

From within the earth’s bitter disgrace, coldness and barrenness

my friend the moon rises: she is beautiful tonight, but when is she not beautiful?

LOUISE GLUCK (1943-2023)

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[seraphinesaintclair]

Madison Julius Cawein, “October”

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[fuckingwhateverdude]

@nosebleedclub / oct. #1

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[dabiconcordia]

An October Saturday at the Park

Pumpkins as decorations. KitKats and face paint stations. Preachers reading verse citations. Children filled with jubilation. Guess-the-weight games and conversation. My tired smile’s elevation. My wife and her fall illumination. What a lovely weekend celebration. by Caleb Delos-Santos

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[writerbythesea]

October is here

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[peachynm]

“The seasons change rapidly and so do I.”

— Nicole Mae

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[helloparkerrose]

#october 1st #happy october #october poem #vintage october

[written-by-sophia]

orange october comes knocking in the middle of the night - i wake up and all the leaves have fallen to the ground. suddenly the sky feels like red velvet and the air smells like smoke. my heart grows heavier as days traipse from autumn to winter, the morning light growing dim the closer savings day comes. i bid the moon goodnight and wake alone, in the middle of the forest. i run with the morning mist for a while until it evaporates, along with every memory i’ve had of the summer sun.

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[moonprismcrybaby-blog]

Louise Gluck, October

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[stained-glass-salamander]

At the heart of shopping mall

blonde hostess weaves her stall

silky smiles stick to your eyes

and all the limbs, that's how she ties

the web of words so sweet and true

she can make lark think it's kakapo

and then the plastic Christmas tree

squeezes a breeze right outta thee

her fangs then muffle all your cries

too late it is for polite lies

let this be a lesson for us all - don't make eye contact at a shopping mall

#spooky spirit hath spoken my dears #smittenbypoetrygame #october poem #had fun with this one #forced socialising - my nemesis. add super clever ways of talking me into shit and breaking my budget and I'm in for a mega spook #dedicated to all those girls who ever talked me into buying a perfume

[jessicarockpoet]

poem: october

these are the sleepy days,

warm socks under thick blankets,

cozy and familiar,

like an old song from your youth.

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[deepseaidyll]

October is my empire

my delicate hands control

things to be lost

— ryūichi tamura

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[king-galaxius]

Gaddamn! When Are You Going to Buy Them A Fucking High Chair So They Can Sit Their Anorexic Looking Ass Down And Eat?!

Gaddamn! When Are You Going to Buy Them A Fucking High Chair So They Can Sit Their Anorexic Looking Ass Down And Eat?! I guess never. This really is not clever.

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[fuckingwhateverdude]

o.e.l oct. 22 // readers digest: north american wildlife

#collages!!! i love em!!!! #all the benefits of mixed media wo me having to physically cut and paste all the media #my writing #my writing tag #collage #collage art #mixed media #october #october poetry #october poem #autumn #fall #poetry #experimental writing #experimental poetry #spilled ink #questions

[bigtiddygothbf-9]

Two walked together by the river

One said to the other one

I love that tree that turned red alone

Across the river

Hearing her words

He looked up from her face

To see there is one tree that is changed to

Red and the rest had turned to rust

His heart turned from

Blue to red as his face

Blushed bright crimson

For her eyes

Leaves fell from the trees

Around them and crunched

Under their feet as they walked

Together by the river

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[kimbazee]

Evening Poetry, October 15

This post contains Amazon affiliate links. If you click through and make a purchase, I will receive a small compensation at no extra cost to you. This helps keep my blog ad-free. October BY ROBERT FROST O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O…

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