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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, January 20, 2011

October Moon

Autumn wind brings you back
Like the fallen leaves
Ghosts of the dead, unborn
Ghosts of those not mourned

I hear your whispers
I feel you inside
Come back to haunt
The house where you died

Scraped clean like a Halloween pumpkin
Trick or treat; no one’s home
It’s been 30 years
Leave me alone

I danced with the Devil
Drank the witches’ brew
I howl in the nighttime
Beneath the October moon

submitted to PhotographProse on 1/20/2011
Photograph Stylist: Linda Gaspich
Prose Stylist: lolamouse

2 comments:

Ally (www.photographprose.com) said...

And you're live on the site :) Thanks for a great piece. You can find it here: http://bit.ly/hmi6yV

ssina said...

good use of imagery :)
well done!