OctPoWriMo Day 28: If The Sun Never Rose Again
A dark heavy blanket lies over the land,
and the bright white lights that shine through its holes
never dim as time goes on.
The moon in the sky still pulls up waves over the sand,
and those waking now from sleep
wait for eternity until dawn.
No more warm rays of light.
The night never becomes day.
If the sun never rose again
we would all fade away.
OctPoWriMo Day 29: Writer’s Prompt – “Breathtaking”
I round the corner and up the hill
through the cool crisp air
and into a line of tall trees.
Their leaves, shedding their coats of green,
twist and turn and dry
into an array of reds, oranges, and browns.
I am moved,
as I float down the path packed
with rich dirt and wandering foliage.
However, the breathtaking view
of the frosty wind rustling
through the trees pains me,
as I stop and gasp
for a lungful of air
on my long wintry run.
OctPoWriMo Day 30: Chucking Pumpkins
They’ve lit a fire inside me
and then left me out in the cold.
I’ve been carved from the inside
and destined for mold.
The top of my head has been cut
and holes stabbed in my face.
I wait patiently for a chance
to get out of this place.
At last, I am moved
from my spot on the porch.
They grimace at my face
and then blow out my torch.
I’m lifted up above
a roof to descend
in a quick blaze of glory
as I meet my final end.
OctPoWriMo Day 31: Happy Halloween
Today is Samhain.
The veil is at its thinnest.
—Be careful out there.