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october

I knelt in the wet leaves
and the knees of my jeans
soaked through
as I took pictures of the moon
through the silhouette of trees' fingers
the skeleton key jingled on it's chain
around my neck
and sent shivers down my spine
the nights were getting colder

...tada...

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  • LightOfDawn
    October 30
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    Ooo CrEePy!! Lolz, not really. But i liked all your descriptors...very octobery like


  • UncleDunk gold member
    October 30
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    That is October. Exactly. With just a hint of Halloween. Very nice.


  • Mr.
    October 30

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    Ooh, October is like that. Kind of beautiful, kind of sad, kind of spooky. A really effective poem. It really made me shiver a little bit. Nicely written.


  • The Drifter
    October 30

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    I have done this, pictures of the bleak October Moon through to the fingers of a liefless tree, noting the cold change yet to come. The moon was so stark against a seemingly starless, ink black sky. A haunting picture so becoming of the coming Halloween. You brought back a memory of long ago. Thank you for sharing your poem.


  • Demington
    October 30

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    Can imperfect mind comprehend perfection?

    Perhaps perfection is more of a subjective bite of hyperbole and emotional circumstance. Either way, this was perfect to me, in this moment.

    Wonderful.



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