October is almost here, and with it, the Halloween decorations start appearing in stores and homes. When I was a child I loved Halloween, and as an adult, I enjoyed making elaborated candy bags for the neighborhood kids, as many as a hundred bags, and many times, all of them went before 8 PM that day. I enjoyed seeing the little kid’s costumes, and in the back of my mind I always picked a favorite – the winner for the day. I dressed up for work on a few occasions – alien, ninja, enchantress … Although I don’t celebrate Halloween anymore, (my views of the celebration have changed considerably), I think most people enjoy dressing up for it, and enjoy the day with their kids. In lieu of it, I have decided to post a few four-line poems, quartets.
Coward surrounded by white
Eagles left behind.
Rotten soul hiding behind the mask,
slowly decaying, festering in lies.
A Broken Touch
Not Midas, nor gold
Broken is the old man’s touch.
Chaos, disarray, disdain …
IT brings forward a broken world.
The Boogie Man
Everything he touches crumbles,
taste of decay and desolation.
Lonely soul awaiting fate
Days run short, darkness engulfs him.