Vanished

Vanished

I carved out a pumpkin

Halloween Eve night

bats against full moon

cut myself on the knife

crooked smile twitched

in flickering candlelight

seeing the bloody mess

I reached for the vodka

gurgled from the bottle

poured some on my cut

climbed out the window

onto the gutter, leaped

a thump on the sidewalk

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Revolting

My feet dancing through the hoops of your chicanery

heart broken I bolt from sight, wade in shallows alone

Once we had it all, burst on the scene fighting for causes

people gathered and cheered as you promised everything

You were a fake, a fraud, you only wanted worship

your world topples, they shoulder you out with disdain

I can never forgive you, nor can they, your loyal followers

we risked everything for you, now we are outcast



from the challenges for Sunday Whirl

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Dichotomies

Sound/Silence

Dichotomies wrangle my soul
I love silence
which is not never to hear
in this busy world 
I love sound which is beautiful
an aria, a violin, screaming rock
a bird, a dog, a friend
I love sound
your voice

My Bell

My Bell

Binoculars swing 

on the hat-rack 

back from the garden

beside the pond lilies 

where swallows darted

rambunctious in flight

ballroom dancers

I admired dip and glide

trudged along fallow shore

past an obsolete automobile

looked for a crumb of peace

a listen for bell call to vespers

home now I brew some tea

envision swallows dancing

I've found my peace

my bell

Swallow

Rambunctious ones

I reflect on swallows

admire their dip and glide

sumpting on mosquitos

ballroom dancing

they trip over the pond

obsolete with pesticides

Sunday whirl: rambunctious, admire, swallows, pond, ballroom, obsolete