An anonymous guy
reading Poe
under moonlight treasures
and windy evening air
the deep amber Autumn
perpetuates the desire
an evening soiree
inflamed with lingering eyes
fingers entwined
in singular grip
fists clenched
at the provisions
of the act
a night of this
or that
this anonymous guy
reading Poe
dashes off across
glorious October aura
the pumpkins have
wicked eyes indeed
and the ghouls and goblins
never do stop shadowing
our realities
10-27-94
This poem certainly creates
This poem certainly creates an eerie atmosphere around the act of reading Poe, and I think Poe, himself, would applaud your verbal artistry; as do I.
Starward
thank you. just trying to
thank you. just trying to live and write in the moment--howver dramatic or mundane it may be