The Oak

Alone, standing, oaken life take root

the wood gnarls as branches stretch,

the colored leaves fall down, down

and the moss hangs down, down

bent, twisted, craven mass of limbs.

I stand, wondering how this, alone, might stir and how the

—limbs, reaching, have no other limbs to twine,

I touch, and I consider wood-borne genocide, this rough

—bark grating on my fingers,

but the bough yields and the leaves descend,

and I, standing here alone, am left to ponder

how colorless the world can be

with one life, one love, and none to share it,

and I think it is no wonder this solitary thing

sets to wilting in the chill.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!

Happy Halloween!

"The Dead Rise!" EL Zombie Walk '09

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

In honor of the holiday today, I have a number of All Hallow’s Eve-themed quotes for you all to enjoy. Get out there, enjoy some tricks and revel in some candy, and don’t be afraid to lose yourselves a bit…and if you get a free moment, do check out the Halloween-themed goodies at One Stop Poetry today. You won’t be disappointed!

Where there is no imagination there is no horror. ~Arthur Conan Doyle, Sr.

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon’s silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
~Joel Benton

Backward, turn backward,
O Time, in your flight
make me a child again
just for to-night!
~Elizabeth Akers Allen

Hark! Hark to the wind! ‘Tis the night, they say,
When all souls come back from the far away-
The dead, forgotten this many a day!
~Virna Sheard

Changing of the Season

Through the looking glass

The shadows dissolute

Into departed sunlight show

This prism rain

All color manifold

Of passion, thunder

Recompense, colored by the twilight

Of the season’s breaths—

Draw in the life,

In basest being,

Breathe out the death

Of personality, in shimmering

Nonexistence fell

A lifetime of memory,

To lie fallow in the fields—

Crumbled cares

Take flight in dreams

Of pumpkin pie.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!