Lucky

jack-o-lantern

carved and gutted hollow

only has to fake a smile for

one night.

 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.

 

 

Ashamed

of words unsaid

I whispered sorry

to a stone.

 

The crisp of leaves

scoffed at my penance

when I walked away

                      alone.

   Formnoun

     1. ingenious scheme                                  

     2. designed to measure one        

     3. poet’s bent for thinking outside

     4. the box

autumn walk

Fall in Eden

black and white photos

ventriloquists in a box

whisper of the past