Wednesday, October 18, 2023

You Are Invited to My Halloween Party!


 

Come to my Halloween party

Wear your vampire cape and sash

We'll eat little bat-shaped cookies

And do the Monster Mash


I'll make some fizzy green punch

That looks like a slimy swamp

We can pass out Groucho glasses

And dance the Zombie Stomp


We'll pull apart some cotton

Hang cobwebs everywhere

Put streamers on the ceiling

And pumpkins on the stair


It will be so very festive

An orange and black delight!

Please come to the lovely party

I'm having on Halloween night


Come dance at my Halloween party

I'm hiring a zombie band

They promise to behave themselves

And to not eat anyone's hand


The witches that live across from me

Have said they'll bring a cake

I'm pretty sure it won't have frogs

But we do live near a lake...


I had to invite the werewolves

If not, they'd raise a din

If you play any party games with them

You should probably let them win


Dracula's coming at midnight

Bringing his brides in pairs

The Invisible Man might show up, or not

(Depends on how much he wears)


Frankenstein's monster will be there

If he can get off of work

It's tiring getting chased around

By peasants with pitchforks!


He'll need a draught of fizzy punch

To chase away his gloom

He'll eat some bat-shaped cookies

And stagger 'round the room


So, come to my Halloween party

I think we'll have some fun

But to be safe, maybe you should buy

Silver bullets for your gun!


Image credit:https://www.pexels.com/photo/halloween-decorated-room-5435182/


Another Halloween poem you might like: https://theviewfrommounthelicon.blogspot.com/2022/10/bad-halloween-for-creature.html


Sunday, October 15, 2023

Other Roads



So many places I've never been

Roads continue on


All these houses, filled with people I will never know

An endless supply of humanity

An endless ribbon of road


I circle aimlessly, but with a goal

To see these places I've never seen

To see where the endless road goes


It's getting dark




Image credit: https://www.pexels.com/photo/house-against-sunset-sky-in-evening-4558442/

Saturday, July 15, 2023

The Jump - a Short Story


As I hit the sky, the plane dwindles quickly above and behind me. I drink in the vast, eternal blue, the wisps of white clouds, the good green earth below. I spread my arms to slow my descent, determined to enjoy my period of free fall, that amazing liberty of levitation that drives me to jump again and again. I feel immortal, ethereal, divine. Even as I enjoy my flight over the landscape, however, I am keeping careful track of my descent and its timing. Some daredevils might play chicken with their lives, but I don't need that kind of adrenaline spike. Much as I enjoy free fall, I won't delay opening my chute and not live to jump again. In fact, it is time to open the chute now.

Now.

The sky blue above me, the earth green below me; the wind lofting me up and singing my passage down. I reach over my left breast with my right hand, feel the handle to pull; the ripcord that will release my chute. As my hand closes around the rubber-padded plastic of the handle, I notice a red barn on the ground below. The barn is in good repair, with fresh red paint and gleaming white trim. I smile when I observe the weather vane perched atop the peaked roof. I'm not close enough yet to see the decorative finial atop the vane, but I imagine it is probably a rooster.

Now...

My hand clasps the handle of the ripcord which will release my chute, and I give it a good, swift, yank; a decisive movement that I have rehearsed and performed many times. The silken parachute, packed tightly, intricately, expertly, slips out of its cocoon to unfurl gracefully into a billowing cloud above me; my own personal cloud, which will bear me gently back to my home on the ground.

I wait for the familiar jerk of my harness as the chute abruptly slows my descent, but it doesn't come. The silk has not unfurled gracefully above me. My personal cloud has not appeared to bear me to safety.

Now.

I am stunned. Only for a second. Two seconds. In that time, I have fallen another 100 feet.

Now the red barn is larger. I notice that the barn has a loft, which gapes, dark and inviting with the promise of a warm burrow of soft, sweet-smelling hay. When I was young, I used to play in the hayloft of Mr. Godfrey's barn, and one day I was stung by a hornet. It hurt like bejeezus and swelled up for a couple of days. I would give anything to be back there now...

...Now, I glance at my right hand, still clutching the rubber-padded plastic handle with the useless ripcord trailing in the wake of my descent. I release my grasp, because I am going to use that hand to pull the release on my backup chute. I have never needed my backup chute before, but I have trained thoroughly on that, as well. Now, as the ground rises far too quickly and the red barn begins to loom large in my field of view, I reach to pull the release on my backup chute.

The sun is bright in the blue sky. The red barn blazes vibrantly in the lush and verdant landscape. The scent of clover wafts to me from below. The cool wind against my face freezes the panic sweat on my brow. The rush of wind in my ears seems to recede as I am enveloped in stillness, taking in every detail even as I plummet toward the grass below. The world is achingly beautiful.

Now, my hand engages the release for the backup chute, and it does emerge, slipping from its pack, up and away from me, where it spreads almost languidly into a silken bower above my head. I feel the long-sought yank of the harness as the parachute catches a full breath of air and tugs at me, attempting to keep me from harm, but I have fallen too far, too fast, and I will die today.

Now, in my last moment of life, I see clearly the weather vane on top of the red barn and the figure that surmounts it.

It is a horse.


Image credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/clouds-sky-day-blue-sky-cloudy-88523/

Sunday, March 5, 2023

Grace


I listen while Bono sings

"Grace Finds Beauty in Everything"


I want grace, the lightness of being

The love, the quiet joy in heart

The stillness of the soul

The mercy conferred, "there but for the grace..."


Gracious is the giving and forgiving heart

Graceful is the one who moves through the world

Disturbing nothing, leaving a tender air

Of peace, that is

Grace.




Image from Pixabay: https://pixabay.com/photos/rose-flower-petal-love-floral-3142529/

Tuesday, January 31, 2023

The Sky Afire - Picture of the Day on Pixabay for 6/25/14


Not only is Pixabay a fabulous site for finding free-use photos and graphics, it's also a great writing prompt! One of my favorite things to do is go see what picture is being featured on Pixabay's home page and let that be an inspiration for a post. This picture from June 25, 2014 of an evening sky aglow with the fiery color of sunset inspired me to write a poem, if you will:


The sky is afire

With a shivering, shining glow

A flickering shimmer of amber above

Casting warmth on the land below


The trees stand in stark relief

Silhouettes against the molten flow

Are they not consumed by the conflagration?

The rustling leaves whisper, No


The kiss of the wind protects the trees

Even from this fiery show

They will survive years of dawns and dusks

And be just so, just so.


Image Credit » http://pixabay.com/en/sunset-red-clouds-sky-evening-376071/

Monday, January 2, 2023

Lights of New Year's Eve and Other Winter Poems

 


Lights of New Year's Eve

(a haiku series)

Out in Singapore
They get to celebrate first
Fireworks dazzle

In New York City
The glittering Wedgwood ball
Descends to applause

At the frozen poles
Mindless of the calendar
Aurorae flicker


Winter's Breath
(haiku)

Ice crystals forming
On the shiverstruck window
Reflect the fire's glow


The Ice Storm
(haiku)

Rain freezes and drips
Stark crackles and icy slips
In winter's embrace



=====haiku is a Japanese form of short poetry that is comprised of three lines, in a 5-7-5 syllable pattern, usually with nature or the natural world as the subject. It is intended to challenge the poet to distill an observation to its essence to create the simplest, purest, and most powerful impression.===


Image Credit » https://pixabay.com/en/aurora-borealis-aurora-69221/ by WikiImages