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Halloween poem.
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Scuttling along, as if non-existent,
(existence is mandatory for substance)
puff! What an illusion
to cause mental confusion.
Whoosh--night winds lead me toward
. . . pinpricks of light.
I am worn, a threadbare carpet
. . . in life’s building—
e’en the slumlord cast me out.
My age-blackened portrait hangs ‘neath sickle moon
(if I were alive, my being would swoon).
It sways, lop-sided, in substantial light;
cobwebs weave over the face I once wore.
Whoosh--night winds push me toward
. . . pinpricks of light.
I am worn, a threadbare carpet
. . . in life’s building—
e’en the slumlord cast me out;
now, ghostly, I’m out and about.
You can smell me comin’ round, pungent I sway
in an advanced state of rot, decay.
I put up a fight, never took flight that day--
whoosh--night winds evoke, prod me, toward
. . . pinpricks of light.
I’m worn, a threadbare carpet
. . . in life’s building—
e’en the slumlord cast me out
and folks laid me in the hollowed ground to stay.
Now . . . I might as well leave
as no one’s left to grieve me.
There are no tricks up my sleeve.
Whoosh--night winds prevail toward
. . . pinpricks of light.
I’m worn, a threadbare carpet
. . . in life’s building—
e’en the slumlord cast me out.
E’en spirits can succumb to mis’ry
when no one is left to miss thee.
I give myself a bit of fright
in haunting hues of pitch black night . . .

WHOOSH!


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Reviewed by April Smith 11/4/2004
I really love your style in poetry (I'm obsessed with all things spooky!) and I'm impressed with the flow of each poem I read. Great job! April
P.S. Wish I'd read these before Halloween. :-)
Reviewed by John Banasiewicz Jr 10/29/2004
Ghost ..... sometimes I think might be one right here ..
Enjoyable write you did
Tommy
Reviewed by Mary Quire 10/29/2004
Haunting...the neverending existence.

M.Rose

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