The First Day of November

The First Day of November

A Poem by Alexander Gillespie

I saw a girl standing out in the cold, and wondered if in some alternate world we were together. If that could happen, will parts of our lives always intertwine?

Frost makes beautiful the world. 
Crystal shards of cold,  
I stamp feet to touch 
what sits underneath. 
Breathe life into resolute mits, 
Life moves gas, moves water 
moves trapped, hung in the air. 

The world is open today, 
Inkblot and milk, 
Bare to the light of eyes.  
Curtains of cloud draw from sight. 

As I shake the earth 
A girl walks by. 
Pristine, coat and buttons, 
Life lingers from her lips too 
a locomotive tremble through the air. 

Something else tresses her body 
with a soft glow, 
lamps gaining to heartbeats. 
Pirouette, Spirit, pierce through 
as if you were fire.  

What if our two lives touched, 
and mixed in the aether, 
particles of soul in motion 
drawing the cloud to a close.

© 2012 Alexander Gillespie

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The poem is lovely, especially what made you write it. It is amazing how some little pictures from our everyday life (with no deeper sense at first sight) can turn out to be something more. This girl has inspired you to write something beautiful!

Posted 8 Years Ago

its got the imagery to back the poem up, its amazingly perfect.

Posted 8 Years Ago

A lovely write.

Posted 8 Years Ago

What a beautiful thought. Lovely poem

Posted 8 Years Ago

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4 Reviews
Added on November 26, 2012
Last Updated on November 26, 2012
Tags: November, Love, Nature


Alexander Gillespie
Alexander Gillespie

Edinburgh, United Kingdom

I write poetry about the small beautiful things. Failing that I pick the first thing I see. more..