Hello, this is Frank Hubeny and it is Open Link Night.
On Open Link Night you may link any one poem of your choice in the Mister Linky below. Since the Mister Linky is open for two days and nights maybe this should be Open Link Nights? Anyway you have two days to link up your poem.
If you haven’t done this before all you have to do is
- post a poem on your blog,
- copy the link to that particular blog post,
- click on the Mister Linky below which will open up a form, and
- paste that copied link into the form.
It is almost rocket science, but you can do it. 🙂 If you do have problems, let me know in the comments below. They should be easy to fix.
Don’t forget to read what the other poets have linked and come back to see what new links appear tomorrow. This is how we get to know each other. Sometimes seeing what others have done gives us ideas and techniques for future poems of our own.
I’ll be tending the bar. Leave me a comment if you would like to chat. We can talk about anything on these cold autumn or spring fresh (depending upon where you live) November evenings.
And now for some November poems.
Here is The Emily Brontë poem “November 1837” set to music and sung by Janet Jones (there is silence for the first 33 seconds) from Jeana1001’s channel.
And here is Tom O’Bedlam reading Robert Frost’s “My November Guest“: from SpokenVerse’s channel.
dVerse 
The pub is open!
Thanks for hosting Frank! For the newcomers – please note that only 1 poem per OLN is allowed.
Hello Frank, and what a dark November… I thought that I would join with some rhyme today… 🙂
Rhyme is nice. I should think about November from the perspective of the southern hemisphere where it is springtime.
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Good evening Frank and dVerse poets around the world! We’ve been having some unusually mild weather this past week or so but, apparently, it’s about to change. I like the poem you chose for today – it links to Sanaa’s prompt over at the Imaginary Garden.
It was snowing again this morning, but the weather has been mild in the Chicago area as well.
There is a fresh crop of snow falling as I type. Let’s see what it inspires…
It was snowing here this morning and maybe there will be more this afternoon. On warm days the snow clinging to the trees can be beautiful.
Your definition of warm and mine must be different. When it’s warm here there is no snow! just kidding. All snow is beautiful to me, even when the cold that accompanies it is despised!
When the day is warm the snow sticks to the trees and looks amazing to me.
Hello Frank and D’verse Poets! Joining in today.
Great! And welcome, Linda!
Thank you Frank. Getting my dinner simmering, then popping in to read.
Winter is upon us. I will listen to the readings later as I enjoy them very much.
Thank you Frank for hosting and I will hit the trail when I get home.
I was looking for a November poem from a southern hemisphere spring perspective, but nothing turned up. Perhaps I should have searched differently. Or just used a spring poem that didn’t mention November.
Hi Frank. A wet cold rainy day down south here. Hello everyone!
It was warm here, but not warm enough to turn the softly falling snow to rain.
Thanks for hosting Frank. I posted a love scene that takes place after a rain..
Love scenes are good motivations. They get us to focus on what matters. Thanks for linking it, Rob!
Hi Rob!!!
Thanks for participating in our OLN. Please note that we only allow 1 poem for OLN (see post above) and I have noted that you posted 3. Kindly let us know which 1 poem you would like to leave #12 or #29 or #41? We will delete the 2 others. Have a good weekend.
Hello Frank!
We are having such bad air here in CA with the fires. It really is a horrible time for all of CA. I started biking again (after a week off) by wearing a mask when I ride. Better to be safe…
It’s been so long since I’ve written with friends I’m trying to get back into it. Not so easy I should have never stopped. Lol!
Today I’m sharing a short, easy-going rhyme from the past. Have a good week! Hugs!
It has been a long time, Bekkie. I liked the sound and sense of your poem. I hope those fires get under control. I can imagine that breathing that air might not be safe.
Today my poem was from the past but I look forward to writing some new poetry with you guys! Thanks!
Hi Frank and all, summer’s here (almost) and already the country’s on holidays. I’ve linked a holiday musing from a seaside town.
As someone who lives far from the sea, a seaside town would be an unusual place to explore should I ever live in one.
Hello everyone, from snowy Toronto, as the first real snowfall is coating the streets of Ontario’s capital. Today, am sharing a poem about a very important date for the transgender community, Day of Transgender Remembrance, in November 20th. It’s the day that we remember those, who were killed over the past.
Welcome! We had our second snowfall today, but it did not last.
Nice to see you hosting this evening. After too long a hiatus, I made it today. Sorry I’ve missed so many wonderful prompts. Hope to revisit some of them in the future.
I am glad to see you back, Victoria!
Greetings from snowy SW Ontario, Canada. Not a fun poem linked up tonight, but one I thought turned out quite well, and a video of yours truly from 2 years ago, reading the poem at an Open Mic.
Very nice video! More of us should try that with open mics.
Greeting from the First Snow in NYC, where we were told the snow wasn’t going to stick, but instead 6 inches decided to lay claim. Sharing a poem (and photo) about a far warmer (but not much drier) day, in the jungles of Chiang Mai this past summer.
https://naamayehuda.com/2018/11/15/rapids/
Na’ama
I liked that creaking bamboo with the rapids below. Nice description!
Thanks, Frank! 🙂 It was quite delightful.
thanks Frank. Sunny skies here in Ozlandia and the sounds of Spring. I had this poem drop into my head this morning. Must have known. 🙂
We are turned toward winter in Chicago. I liked that washing and baptismal flesh in your poem.
Hello. Thank you for hosting, Frank. I brought something to share. I will have to read and comment later though. I’ll be back.
I am glad you stopped by. Thank you for linking up your ode!
Evening, Poets! Thanks, Frank, for hosting OLN! I survived a five-hour commute home thanks to the season’s first Nor’Easter! That’s a five-hour drive of a distance of 37 miles (60 KM)! I’m going to bed now, but I will see you on the trail tomorrow! 🙂
That commute must have been stressful. I don’t like being in a car for that length of time and especially when the weather is treacherous. The early winter can be harsh.
Thanks for hosting Frank. 🙂
I enjoy hosting. I liked your interpretation of that mural by Goya. It was the first time I’ve seen it.
That dog got inside my head. Thank you
Thanks for hosting, Frank. Linking up rather later than usual.
I look forward to reading everyone’s entry, though given the size of the list, it would take a while. Ha! 🙂
OLN continues for 48 hours so you are still early. When reading I look for what stands out (and then let the poet know what that was). That, even unconsciously, influences what I might write next. It ties us all together.
like Ha I’m late to the bar! My poem, as so often does not rhyme, but I loved the rhyming in Frost’s sad eyed November guest – and the reading voice fell on welcoming ears
They don’t have to rhyme. I was looking for two examples of November poems that were in some sense classic. I wanted to find one about November in the southern hemisphere where it is spring, but I didn’t find any, at least with my quick search of YouTube. I would have used it whether it rhymed or not.