Oh good grief! Is this what it has come to??? Did I really write this???

This is the result of watching an MSNBC documentary, reading a book on poetic form, digesting a little Shakespeare, and mixing in a bit of melancholic obsession with the fall. (At least that’s what I’m going to tell The Bard when he haunts me in my dreams for sacrilege.) I’m also going to blame Linda Cassidy Lewis for commenting that “October rages.” (jk, Linda 🙂 )

My husband hates this poem. I’ll consider that a compliment given his eternally optimistic disposition.

*with my apologies to The Bard


Serial killer Out, out brief candle!

Severs victims limb from limb

…Life’s but a walking shadow

October rages Struts…. then heard no more.

october leaves

me breathless

I can hear you

speak again

inside fractured

shades of when

in the wind,  you

breathe again