How We Loved October
You would have sworn
they were sisters-
Young mothers
Daughters trying on
homemade costumes
The smell of pumpkin pie
lulling into scents of fall
carved from our center-
Sweet harvest born of a vine
united in kinship.
Sweet harvest born of a vine
united in kinship.
Anticipating nightfall
glowing Jack O Lanterns
watching over the tired earth
as she prepared for the stillness
winter would bring.
Eyes gleaming, smiles rich
with hope on this dark night
as we adorned houses
promising treats.
watching over the tired earth
as she prepared for the stillness
winter would bring.
Eyes gleaming, smiles rich
with hope on this dark night
as we adorned houses
promising treats.
Watching
children who grew apart,
one young mother lost
forever in an illness
time never had an answer for.
For deverse- "I have an issue with Pumpkins"
I like the smell of the pie, but how sad for the ending ~ Good one Lisa ~
ReplyDeleteA warming poem touched with sadness.
ReplyDeletedef a sad ending...my thought is cancer...which i wish we could find a way to cure...as it has touched far too many....
ReplyDeleteA creative response to what appears to me to be a prompt, right? "I have an issue...."
ReplyDeleteYour sad ending is an effective, and surprising, contrast with the title and the rest of the poem.
janet
That sad ending would forever make the smell of pumpkin pies be a sad smell -- when young ones dies it's so much sadder
ReplyDeleteoh i am so sorry that you lost her.. sounds like a dear friend... and how the memories always come back at specific times... hugs..
ReplyDeleteIt has the tones of sadness and happiness.
ReplyDeleteSo sad, but wonderful memories shared will last...
ReplyDeletethe ending really grabbed me... very sad...
ReplyDeleteI loved where you took this prompt Lisa---your poetry always feels so satisfying to read--thank you!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is a poem of feeling, Lisa. It ended in an unexpectedly sad way. Makes me wish I knew more of the backstory.
ReplyDeleteI liked the feeling you painted at the beginning, but the end took me off guard.. sad. - in a good way though.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful but sad poem Lisa! I can understand pumpkin pie would never taste the same now.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone.
ReplyDeletehaunting ~ M
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment.
DeleteI am so grateful for having such a friendship and all the beautiful memories. I miss her immensely but what a blessing to have had her as my friend.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, sad, touching...you've expressed your feelings so well. so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeletethis poem touches. Octobers will never be the same again.
ReplyDeleteThe ending is just devastating, this poem is so rich and vivid with the images and essence of October
ReplyDeleteOh this is achingly sad. The loss of someone at a particular time of year just keeps on resonating....
ReplyDeleteLisa,
ReplyDeleteIt is easy to associate an event or passing with a season. My mother died in October, eighteen years ago...I always think of her when the leaves are falling...
Eileen
Lisa, thank you for your kind words at my new Blog. Much appreciated:)