Short: Jack-o’-lantern

Jack-o'-lantern
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Do I wear a Jack-o’-lantern?

You said it wasn’t about me.
Was anything at all?
In this season of ghosts and spectres,
Not just “Autumn” can “Fall.”

Something Just Isn’t Right

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Something Just Isn’t Right | Short Poem No. 108

I can feel something just isn't right
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I can feel it. Something just isn’t right.
Rejoined again after so many years.
Resting in hammocks by the beach all night.
At long last, letting go of all our tears.

It’s true, right? You didn’t mean to hurt me?
I thought I was laying to rest my past.
But unconscious to the storms surrounding;
Our final reckoning, coming in fast.

We die in habit, spinning on repeat.
We keep reaching for what we thought we lost.
So we close our eyes. . . We snuggle our feet. . .
Embrace our love. . and surrender the cost. . .

I can feel it. Something just isn’t right.
This hammock may be our coffin tonight.

Pumpkin Spice Lattes

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Pumpkin Spice Lattes | Haiku | Short Poem No. 107

Pumpkin Spice Lattes
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Pumpkin Spice Lattes,
Sweet. . . Sugary. . . Comforting. . .
My Babe, In My Hands.

Inspired by My Nourishment by Winnie.

We’re Still Not Together

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