Seasons, holidays, traditions, celebrations
Travel with us around the Sun
All of them land one by one, welcomed back with passion
Yet there is only one I wait for…Halloween
Seasons, holidays, traditions, celebrations
Travel with us around the Sun
All of them land one by one, welcomed back with passion
Yet there is only one I wait for…Halloween
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Gliding not soaring
How far, how long will you travel?
Open sky, empty grave
Streets named for dogs and flowers and lost lovers
Twilight eternal will you find the land of fallen stars?
Na/GloPoWriMo Prompt#19: The challenge is to write an abecedarian poem
Abracadabra I will amaze you
Behold I will dazzle you with
Crafty turns of phrases my
Deft use of the language
Everyone will gasp and shout “Bravo” and then
For your amusement with nothing up my sleeve I shall
Google words and run to Dictionary dot com and I will
Hijack what I find and put them down on this page
It will be magic it will be like I did it on purpose and
Just when you think I’m done PRESTO I shall present you with
Kaleidoscope of words, turning like wind chimes caught in the breeze
Lovely sounds that make pictures in the air, diving around your head like a
Murder of of crows
Never before have you seen such magic, such skill,
Over the top with the greatest of ease, I am the writer
Playing magician , playing poet from my magic hat I shall pull out
Quiet thoughts and quiet words that take you to another place that
Raced from my head
Screeched in delight
Try to catch us Anita try to make sense of us
Uh-oh Princess you missed us again it was a
Valiant effort horror writer, butcher of beauty maker of monster infested dreams
We applauded your effort until we saw you hoist your flag and sail away on your
Xebec with it’s skeleton crew
Yes I guess this was another fun mess what fun and then I heard someone scream
Zounderkite you mock us! You don’t play fair!
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Murder, mayhem, maybe
yesterday I dug a grave for
someone
to loud, to obvious, so common
every spade of earth
raked and turned with care and joy
yesterday’s dream is ready for the wake
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Mystery