Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Plump Pumpkin

O! Plump Pumpkin...slumped over on the stoop
slowly rotting-now forgotten, we were never really friends.
You know your lot in life, ever evil-with triangular eye
you sit quietly peering at the imps who came for candy
and wonder at your former orangeness
still grinning and grinning saw toothed and oozing
as the leaves fall
and the wind shifts.



10 comments:

Ginny Brannan said...

An "ode" to the forgotten pumpkin…I like it!!

Frank Hubeny said...

Nice personification of the pumpkin.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Lovely write!!❤️

Grace said...

The forgotten pumpkin....yes, how we easily we discard them ~ Frank mentioned it, a good personification as well ~ Thanks for joining in ~

C.C. said...

This is great....I love how you've taken a discarded, forgotten thing and turned it into a poetic work of art :-)

brudberg said...

Poor little punky pumpkin. Hope his intestines where a good pie.

Ostensible Truth said...

such a knowing poignancy in

You know your lot in life, ever evil-with triangular eye

Sabio Lantz said...

superb ! great insight story to the rotting playfulness ! What a tribute!

paulscribbles said...

Disposable society. At least a pumpkin can be reborn in the compost heap.

dragyonfly said...

Thanks. You guys give me the courage to try to start writing again.