November Wars
She just walked away
I watched her
I sketched her
And
what
She
didn’t leave behind
Seeing
from within
The
not so random voids
Holes
within calculated lines
Convinced
by past hypocrisy
She’d
face again
My
November wars
All
those earlier months knowing there would always be a few more. And then
November and now it’s too late.
Maybe
next year?
5.5”x
3.5” fountain pen on sketchpad
Lorsque le vent fort de novembre prend la forme d'une visage... Il hurle et hante ...
ReplyDeleteUn très joli croquis;
Gros bisous
I like the this: “Strong November wind”. The wind is screaming outside my studio now.
DeleteThank you
Beyond the chains of pain: November
ReplyDeleteThey stay behind, waiting...
I love sketch, but more your writing
I like the idea of the chains of pain being left behind.. Wonderful image. I need to do more drawings of this. Maybe add a few more lines☺
DeleteThank you
Is it really too late...is it ever too late?
ReplyDeletePerhaps there is hope yet.
This is wonderfully intriguing.
I hear her whispering in the strong November wind...if only I could catch the words...then maybe I would understand!:)
At some point it really is too late. The same pattern can’t just continue, on and on☺
DeleteI do like “her whispering in the November wind” though..
Thank you