Dark Poetry #3 |
Pumpkin lantern |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Oh, discard my guts. Leave them on trays by guttered candles. Carve off my head and scoop me hollow. Throw angles together, call them eyes. Give me light to torch the empty. I once wore a lamp. I once longed for hell. I head every stoop, and hanging from gates. Stew me and drink me. Wear me and smash me. Whipsnarl crackle. Grin with this burn. I once longed for heaven from flint-tipped eyes. I settle to pumpkin, this turnip-white walk. |
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EleanorMoonbaby Member
since 2002-09-02
Posts 202England, UK |
As a member of the ISPP (International Society for Preservation of Pumpkins), I hear your lament, little pumpkin. Remember kids, a pumpkin is for life, not just for Halloween. Ellie High above the mucky-muck, castle made of clouds; there sits Wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly.... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
This poem is a piece of crap. How's that for an honest critique? |
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Three Little Bears Junior Member
since 2002-10-23
Posts 13Wisconsin, U.S. |
Piece of crap? I love it! This has to be the best Halloweenie poem I've seen this year. I'm glad I got to read it. ~Andrea~ |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
bull "piece of crap" yeah, whatever I wish I could write depression's mirror this well I enjoyed this, Mike even if you didn't |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
mikey, keep an eye open. im writin' ya. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks for all reading and replyin' to this. I dunno, I'm sure I'd like it better if it were actually about pumpkin lanterns. I'm not very good at hiding myself. Mikey (i'll be writin' back soon, liz) |
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Succubus Member
since 2002-09-30
Posts 82Canada, Ontario |
Now I can say I WILL remember a line from one of your poems for years to come... "Stew me and drink me. Wear me..." I will surely use this line next time I seduce some poor loser for my sexual gratification... Thanx Succubus "We who have lived in concentration camps remember people who gave comfort to others, along with their last morsel bread..." -Victor Frankl |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Always good for a laugh, eh, Succubus? |
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PoeticGoddessOfDepression Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 439I am everywhere |
I'll never carve a pumpkin again.. Good write- i've missed reading you, Mikey. Take care, Sara |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
i read it almost as being satirical. it was quite funny. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, Sara. I've been busy. majnu, interesting interpretation. Mikey [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (11-07-2002 05:23 PM).] |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
Correct me if I'm wrong, but this poem begins with an initial discussion on the practice of carving pumpkins and then proceeds to discribe some of the history and culture surrounding pumpkins and the grinning goulish faces of jackolanterns. I must confess that the poem was a tad hard to follow at times and not well-connected. Furthermore lines like "I head every stoop" are rather ambiguous. I got the idea of a face pointing outwards and straight, hanging from a hunchbacked stoop, but perhaps I am incorrec here. On a positive note, you have done a good job on the whole of selecting words that work well[oftentimes] in creating vivid images of different concepts and symbols surrounding the jackolantern. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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