Chill full air, and crispy breezes,
flowing through the night.
Spirits awakened to children’s playing,
pouncing on their fright.
Shadows searching, lurking, wondering,
with curiosity they rise.
Looking deeply to what’s forthcoming,
finding themselves in fearful eyes.
October’s mist of what’s unknown,
what only the heart can see.
A change of course, a change of thought,
of what could come to be.
Ghosts and goblins, witches with brooms,
all come out to play.
Smiling, laughing, haunting,
on the thirty first October day.
A contest entry
- October by ea.
700 points, ended November 1, 2008, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any lines your hated.. maybe liked??
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I especially like this thought about the mystic aspects of October with its mists and foreshadowing of what's to come.
suggestion: I think you mean "brooms" and "thirty-first" in the final stanza?
Thank you for your entry of an ode to October NIght which goes from shadowy lurkings to festive fun.
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okay I fixed it! Thanks for the feedback!
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W-O-W!!!
You have real talent! I love it! I am sorry to say that I just cannot tell you what lines I do not like because of two reasons. One- i am no good at telling people when things are bad. Two- this poem is awesome! You have really inspired me!
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