Poems of November
by Louise


1
My tears and sweats
My anguished bell chimes
By secret moon lit threads
An evening star climbs
A fate so far and cruel
Such longing for the endless dark blue

2
With an ax and a spade
Laying out thy winding maze
When a path you thus made
Of mind and soul to daze
Then sit, you, in the middle
A yod line to fiddle

3
His hands, big and strong
Steady, single aimed and digging
In earth womb he has found
Her dark tender meaning
Moist and deep
Secrets to fondle and to weep

4
A meandering path
Stretches over the earth surface
I turned away and thus
Returned, inevitably to face
An open entrance
Lost in the trance

5
His face, a page few words written
Age speaks, slow but tough
When wintery branches broken
He stands up to laugh
Sweeping winds and snow
Burning coals glow

6
At the entrance of a labyrinth
An eternal fascination twists and winds
In her seventy fold mystery, oh, Catherine
You are treading mist and tides
Slow music is playing
Unfolds a path to its lost meaning

7.
In her folds and creases, wrinkles and lines
A labyrinths of fate, faith, and fair
Still run wild bulls and lions
Lads and lasses , their young dreams dare
In the center of heart’s chapel
White hair crone counts her sand pebble

8。
In those labyrinths of wayward love
Knight Charlie on horse charges ahead
Over valleys and ravines, a lonely dove
Lands on his handsome head
Its wings to scatter that ancient fate
A path appears to the fortress gate

9.
In man’s search for the ring
A labyrinth down to the soul palace
There rises a tower of sling
A maiden killed at such a place
A candle lights the dark chamber
All gone but a broken number

10.
A sunny nook in the house
A dream bed for the cat asleep on its tail
In long bright day hours
Darkness dwells in her ancient tale
Where the roads to hidden tuna
Foretold by a grandma