My Halloween musings, in a poem:The day splits open like a pumpkin
Orange and sunny
Seeds are birds
They peck on dark leftover clouds in the corners
Clouds or souls that pine to leave
With night, fog and disembodied leaves
Dropping one two three
From the great white oak on the lawn
It is still slender
Yet to grow in girth
Mimics the dreams and mysteries this day
May bring or night may savor –
Brief passion, eyes of amber, skin that sizzles
And masquerades to waltz with the wind
A crazy reveler who talks to the dead
In a tongue that lives, forever lives.
Orange and sunny
Seeds are birds
They peck on dark leftover clouds in the corners
Clouds or souls that pine to leave
With night, fog and disembodied leaves
Dropping one two three
From the great white oak on the lawn
It is still slender
Yet to grow in girth
Mimics the dreams and mysteries this day
May bring or night may savor –
Brief passion, eyes of amber, skin that sizzles
And masquerades to waltz with the wind
A crazy reveler who talks to the dead
In a tongue that lives, forever lives.
8 comments:
The day talks to the dead in their passing through the clouds...
hmm...
just like a pumpkin on Halloween!
I didnt fall in love on the first read... but now after reading it four times I love it...
I have noticed this in your poems... one needs to stay with them longer!
thank you! you are a discerning reader... I appreciate that.
the day splits open like a pumpkin orange & sunny
with night fog and disembodied leaves
dropping... from the great white oak on the lawn.
Kind of in imitation of our lives that in retrospect could be only one day.
Life passes that fast reminding us to become one with the changes.
yeah so true Joy! I look at the poem withnew eyes after reading your comments... in retrospect, our lives are only one day, so true. Your last sentence prompts me to write something else, another poem, will do soon I think. Thanks so much!
the last line
in a tongue that lives, forever lives.
all our stories and songs live on!
Too esoteric for me. Nonetheless, I liked the imagery. Could you explain in few words. I somehow think I appreciate it. (I speculate that it ends on a contradictory, edgy, dark note? -- You used the word, 'dead'.)
*I will appreciate it
Kush
basically my idle musings on Halloween that used to be a day kept aside for ancestors. here the 'dead' for me probably are not just dead people, more ikely dead ideas, dead rituals, anything that dies to be renewed (I don;t like using reborn).
Personally, I like the line "in a tongue that lives, forever lives" because that is the central idea of the poem when we see so much just fading, dying, passing and mutating. I know, a bit esoteric...!
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