Singing Monsters

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday I have chosen a poem I wrote about Singing Monsters in February of 2018.

Do you know what I haven enjoyed about Flashback Friday? It gives me and the bloggers that I enjoy reading a chance to go back and see our older work.

For myself, it’s nice to know that I don’t suck at poetry all of the time, it’s more like most of the time, but that’s okay. I’ll get to the sweet spot eventually.

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Each word

every phrase

etched on the page

escaped

from my brain

to my pen

ran

into your eye

hid in your darkness

waiting for you to sleep.

Goodnight

Sweet Dreams

My monsters will sing you to sleep.

 

Daily Prompt: Conjure

Good Bye

Word of the Day Challenge: Vendetta

I have stories to write

a dog to walk

an  18 year old deaf cat, slightly crippled  by arthritis who thinks he is an indestructible big dog whose remaining days, no matter how long or short they are days that I want to give him that any big indestructible dog would envy.

 

I have a new language to learn, new books to read, some ghost towns to explore, a cemetery or two to visit because the days will be getting longer and the nights a little lighter.

 

There is also a pool of bad blood

festering along the walkway in front of my house.

Maybe I’ll just leave it

a memorial to all the days I’ve lost

to the friends I’ve lost, to those Christmas cards that will never be sent , to the calls I will never make to them  again.

Maybe it belongs there

for now.

 

Wake Me Up

Word of The Day Challenge: ENDING

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According to the calender, 2020 ends in three more days.

For me, it ended back in March.

I was put on standby at work for a month, I put myself into quarantine- and there was no cheating or playing around. I didn’t go shopping, I didn’t visit my friends or family.

It would be foolish to assume that those relationships have not withered on the vine.

I haven’t been to a museum or to the symphony or out to listen to music in  almost a year because when the word got around in February that Covid-19 was nothing to fool with I actually stopped going to large gatherings back then.

My year ended in March of 2020.

I’m waiting for the clock to start ticking again, for the dates on the calender to makes some sort of sense.

I’m waiting for this Non- Year to end.

 

Perfect Together

Holidailies Prompt: The Perfect Holiday

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I can’t  leave you my darling  Halloween.

 

I can’t walk away from  your creaking floorboards

that I can hear from outside of my  bedroom door

that snap and pop like dry  brittle bones

when the clock chimes out

” It’s  midnight! “

 

I don’t want to say goodbye to the sounds of  rusty  rattling chains that crawl and slither  from

my basement, from my  attic, from the space between the library walls

to my  parlor

warmed by a roaring fire where I’m alone with my somber  thoughts and sorrowful

dreams.

How will I live without the cries of lonely ghosts, souls in torment and the Hellhounds

that wander through my garden  after the Sunsets?

Dearest Halloween, my dark friend we must part ways for now.

Let’s meet again in the Fall under the Oak Tree in my backyard,

you know the one.

The one I swung from all those years ago.