November again
Long ago like today
A person had claimed
"I'm poet"
Her name then, was Helen
The famous ‘Hunt Jackson'.
Now, I am a hunter after her
She sees the November ‘treacherous'
Her comment went in me; raised temper.
Yes true
‘Summer's voice is here in autumn'
And true is ‘Beguiled, '
But you have set ‘limit'
A poet cannot live
Her, his life in one scene
Poet is vast sky; wide ocean
Hey lady, come on now
The world is different
If you write do mention location:
"Here, There, "
Don't ever generalize your claim:
"This is all, everywhere."
Anyway, let's be friends
I read; liked your poem,
I enjoyed "November"
Nassy Fesharaki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/november-again/