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Graveyard by Jo Janoski Saturday, November 04, 2006 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan This poem, written for a workshop, is a Naga Uta--a syllabic poem of 5 and 7 syllables per line in this order: 5/7/5/7/...as long as you like, ending in 5/7/7. No rhyme is required.
GRAVEYARD Grim mortuary. Muddy smudges on dull skins Streak across pumpkins. Wry orange countenances. Faces etched in pain. Farmer John dumped his children. Pumpkins buried here. Carved in glory for lanterns. Usefulness ended. Tossed aside November one. So soon forgotten. Jagged tooth frowns, eyes still lit! Glaring through dawn's mist. Angry protesting pumpkins. All Saint's Day chorus. Chanting supernatural. Here in Farmer John's compost. Copyright 2006 JO Janoski

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Reviewed by m j hollingshead	11/5/2006

well done. please visit my den: my class is writing poetry and the kids love to read their comments




Reviewed by Kate Clifford	11/4/2006

I don't think I am going to be eating pumpkin any time soon but I totally enjoyed this write. :-)




Reviewed by Anna M	11/4/2006

You make good use of the syllables in this piece for it has rhythmn and lots of vivid imagery. Pumpkin pie won't taste quite as sweet again. Thanks for this one.




Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)	11/4/2006

And I'll soon have a dinner starting with a pumpkin soup. I'll think on your poem as I spoon the soup. More poems Jo. Victor




Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks	11/4/2006

Oh, this poem does run chills up my spine in its begining (thank goodness it's daylight :o) Poor li'l pumpkins...hope the "innards" were saved for pies or soups! Micke