Here Are My Tygres

 

Edward Hopper “Route 6#

 

The Monsters and Devils

inside of my head

were born in the daylight

 on streets

lined with trees

and

white picket fences

their inhuman visages carved

by symphony of  vanilla, soulless voices

wishing me good morning, asking me how I’ve been

saying without a care,  “you look so nice today girlfriend”

 

Inspired by The Daily Addictions Prompt: AWRY

My Lonely Ghost

 

When my mind chooses to wander

on it’s own

I go back

to my childhood home

that sits above a haunted Valley

where ghosts live in the trees and the cemetery that overlooks the Ocean

is not quiet and the dead do not sleep.

 

A dreadful apparition, faceless, shrouded in shadows,

stands at my bedroom window,

watched

by my aged dolls and my toy dog

with the crooked neck

as it waits

patiently

for the child it haunted this home

with

to return.

 

I miss you my unchanging revenant

and one day

or

maybe one evening

I will  return

and

  we will bedevil the night

together

 again.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Reverse

forever haunting me

A Haunting poem from The Lonely Author.
You will LOVE this.
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The Lonely Author

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This little thing was inspired  by a recent conversation……

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forever haunting me 

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Her metaphors possess me
like a supernatural entity
clinging to my soul in desperation
Refusing to release me
as if it never had a body
to claim as its own

The ghosts in her verses
engrave poetry on tombstones
inside the graveyard of my heart
As her poetry eternally echoes
for her words are spirits
forever haunting me

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Fear

 

Fear

does not make my heart  pound

it does not make

my blood race

Fear

makes my heart flutter

like when love

 takes root

inside of my Soul.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Flutter

Something Wicked Wants To Get a Move On

 

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes
                                                                                                                  -Macbeth-

 

There is a Maple  tree outside of my kitchen window much like the one in the picture above.

When I am cooking or watering my Jade plant I take the time to look into the tree and see if the leaves are turning to fall colors yet.

They are not turning colors.

They leaves are green and still firmly attached to the Maple trees branches.

I’ve never hated a tree so much in my life.

 

Photo by Sarah Trummer on Pexels.com

It’s been brutally hot by Pacific Northwest standards, the air has been until recently filled with smoke from raging forest fires outside of our State and those leaves, some of you will be glad to read, have not gone into shock and dropped early.

I am someone who loves the Fall- short days, long nights and with any luck those nights will be cold and call for me to bundle up when I walk my dog, Hamish Macbeth,  in the evening. There is something about the sound of leaves- dry ones coated with the finest layer of frost – crunching under my feet and Hamish’s paws that makes me want to walk slower and farther into the Fall evening then I would on a Spring or Summer Evening.

When Hamish Macbeth and I are out on those evening walks and the leaves are crumbling under foot and paw,  I believe I feel  like I am dancing on the graves of thousands of dead Spring mornings and thousands of Sun drenched Summer days.

As I wrote that thought down I must admit I smiled.

I laughed a little too.

 

Photo by Stephanie Borkowski on Pexels.com

 

When I go home tonight, I will  try to take my time to getting to my kitchen window. I will try to not pull the blinds up right away. I will not hope against hope that the leaves will be turning blood red and that some will have already fallen to the ground where they will shortly meet me and Hamish Macbeth on our brisk and purposeful  Evening walk.

The Season must change.  It’s the way things are.

We are born, we blossom, we soak up the world around us and then we give up the ghost and move along to someplace else.

The problem is, some of us take our sweet time about it- like that Maple tree outside of my kitchen window.

For now I shall try to be a little more patient.

I will make more of an effort to be in tune with Mother Earth and Mother Nature and the passage of time and I will not think about my well sharpened axe and  well used machete hanging in my storage shed.

For now.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Approach

 

The Darker Stage

PHOTO A.M Moscoso

The first time I  felt Dusk arrive

was also the first time I went Trick or Treating.

It was my first Halloween.

And on that night

on my first Halloween

at my first Dusk

I learned

The  Dead opened their eyes in dark tombs and in the blackness of their graves.

That Ghosts slid like mist down from Attics, up from basements and out of trees

and if you were in the right place,  your face hidden behind a scary mask and you waited in the dying daylight  with  flashlight in one hand and a bag of candy in the other

you might see

A Witch fly across the moon

a Werewolf stalking a girl in a red hood

a Vampire in a cape waiting for you at the side of the road.

 

At the darkest part of Twilight

when a sleeping world woke up

I learned

that

Devilish little creatures

like me

come out to play.

Twilight Time
Words by Buck Ram.
Music by Morty Nevins, Al Nevins, and Artie Dunn

Heavenly shades of night are falling, it’s twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it’s twilight time
When purple-colored curtains mark the end of day
I’ll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you’re here with me
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the same and sweet old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Together at last at twilight time

Daily Addictions Prompt: Dusk