By Treischel
Dark be the Night
(A Poetic Warning)
Beyond twilight
In dark of night,
The hours of fright,
Begin the moan
As Vampires roam.
Don't be alone!
Do your worst dreams
Contain the screams,
As nothing seems
To be for real?
As dangers steal
Your soothing feel?
Beware! The thud
Behind you could
Cost all your blood!
For Evil preys
On those who stray
Where Demons play!
For blood they drool,
And life is cruel
To heedless fool.
As Hell abounds!
Don't turn around
To slither's sound.
Where shadows stray!
Please don't delay.
Just run away!
Beware! The thud
Behind you could
Cost all your blood!
| Author Notes |
Beware of what lurks in the Night
Just feeling a little dark today. This poem is a series of Sextets (6 Lines)with Tercet (3 Line) refrain. The rhyme scheme is: aaabbb cccddd eee, repeated. The syllable count is 4. The artwork is from Yahoo Images care of DeviantArt.com. |
By Treischel
Call of the Moon
(Rhyming Couplets with refrain)
I hear a wolf's call in the woodland night
Summoning its mate under the moonlight.
A Woooooo A Wa Wooooooooooooooo!
Sat at campfire listening to the sound,
In dark forest with creatures all around.
A Wooooooo A Wa Wooooooooooooooo!
Between wolf call and the moon, I felt a pull.
Made my heart beat, both eerie and mournful.
A Woooooo A Wa Wooooooooooooooo!
I longed to join the chorus, if I could,
While sitting so alone here in the wood.
A Woooooo A Wa Wooooooooooooooo!
Thoughts of primal prowling danced in my head,
As moon-glow wrought the changes that I dread.
A Woooooo A Wa Wooooooooooooooo!
I felt fur grow, as fingers turned to claws
As I broke to run, suddenly I pause ----
A Woooooo A Wa Wooooooooooooooo!
| Author Notes |
A Werewolf's Perspective.
This poem consists of rhyming couplets, with a wolffy refrain in between. The syllable count is 10. This moon is a photograph taken by the author. |
By Treischel
Drug Dealer
(A Limerick)
There once was a drug dealer, Jardell.
Got filthy rich from pills that he'd sell.
Many kids would get high.
While some others would die.
Now forever, his soul burns in Hell.
| Author Notes |
A none too soon!
The picture is from Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
When Evil Walks
When evil walks upon the land
The time has come to take a stand.
Those claw prints in the sifting sand,
The Devil's hand! The Devil's hand!
The stand you take needs be rehearsed,
When human nature's at its worst.
The process cannot be reversed,
When God is cursed. When God is cursed!
When we follow misleading goals,
Confusion mixes up our roles.
Believing lies Trixster extolls,
We lose our souls. We lose our souls!
For Satan knows our nature well.
Our weakest wishes, he can tell,
And soon release from cruelest cell,
The Hounds of Hell. The Hounds of Hell!
Then be remanded to our fate,
As countries war, and brothers hate,
To splash our blood on Heaven's Gate,
It's far too late. It's far too late!
The Evil One's face soon will bear,
A leering smirk, he'll proudly wear,
When mankind takes tempation's dare.
So be aware! So be aware!
When evil walks upon the land
The time has come to take a stand.
Those claw prints in the sifting sand,
The Devil's hand! The Devil's hand!
| Author Notes |
Evil wants to snare us. We must be vigilant.
This poem is a Monotetra. The monotetra contains four lines in monorhyme. Each line is in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of eight syllables.The last line contains two metrical feet, repeated. It can have one stanza or many stanzas. But each Stanza has 4 lines of monorhyme (the same rhyme sound on each line). Poem format: Line 1: 8 syllables Line 2: 8 syllables Line 3: 8 syllables Line 4: 8 syllables with repetition Thanks for letting me use your wonderful artwork, The Dream Snatcher by Angelheart on FanArt Review. |
By Treischel
A Child's Cry
I heard a child crying in the night,
And wondered what that noise was all about.
Was it from hunger, pain, grief or from fright?
I heard a child crying in the night.
The echo's source was strictly out of sight,
A haunting sound upon the winds of doubt.
I heard a child crying in the night,
And wondered what that noise was all about.
I
Don't
Know where,
I
Don't
Know why,
I
Heard
That cry.
| Author Notes |
Do the cries of the children of the world keep you up at night?
The poem is a Triolet with added free verse at the end. Thanks for the artwork, No, Mommy, No! by annie-angel on FanArtReview.com |
By Treischel
Igor Walks
(5 Syllable Mono-Rhymed Quatrains)
I want to fit in.
It aint happenin',
Faith is wearin' thin,
In this world of sin.
When Igor Walks
I'm an ugly man.
It wasn't my plan.
Since my life began,
Did the best I can.
Everywhere I go,
It's just a freak show.
I wish they would know
To go with the flow,
When Igor walks.
Just want to be me!
I wish they could see,
I have a carefree
Personality.
But when I get seen,
Considered obscene.
It's really so mean.
Please, don't make a scene!
When Igor walks
| Author Notes |
People can be cruel. I was just walking in the park and spotted this scene. I'm not sure what was going on, but this character was causing a commotion. He might have been in costume, I'm not sure. But it moved me to consider, what if he wasn't, and just was out for a walk at the park like me, trying to live his life.
This poem is a set of mono-rhymed Quatrains with a repeating refrain. The syllable count is 5. The rhyme scheme is aaaaa B cccc dddd B eeee ffff B, where the capital letter is the repeated refrain. This picture was taken by the author. |
By Treischel
Consequences
(A Free Style Poem)
Do devils dare to doubt
Their Master's words?
His
Silken slither?
Or
Satan's
Shout?
Do they bear his burning stare,
When the truth comes out?
Are the fallen happy with their lot,
As they followed Evil Ego
To the pit
Of fiery fate?
Does the burning suit their yearning,
Where the weather is
Eternally hot?
Do they wish
That they could change their fate?
Back to the Pearly Gate?
Too Late!
| Author Notes |
Past the point of no return. Don't let this happen to you.
The picture is from Microsoft ClipArt. |
By Treischel
Obnoxious Odors
(A 5A Poem)
Whiffs warrant wonders
Some smells so startling
Obnoxious Odors
| Author Notes |
Sometimes Life Stinks
This is a 5A poem. The "5A" new format style was developed by Fanstorian DRG24. *The 5A is composed of three lines: Line 1 - 5 Syllables Line 2 - 5 Syllables Line 3 - 5 Syllables All lines must have TOTAL alliteration. Lines can be chosen in any order. The "5" stands for the five syllable count while the "A" stands for the Alliteration. Picture is from Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
Snakes
( A Free Verse Poem)
Snakes that slither
Silently,
With venom in their jaws,
Create tremendous fear in me,
I can barely tolerate.
I see them cross a forest path,
Or hide under the rocks.
Ready to attack my feet,
Should I step wrong.
Slimy silent killers.
| Author Notes |
Creepy Snakes.
This picture is from Microsoft ClipArt. |
By Treischel
Ice Monster
Crawling from the ice
Creature slick and cold
Dripping crystal shards
Legs of frozen mold,
Monster from the deep
Legends from of old
Sacred
Secrets
Say
"Its touch is deadly".
Keep away from me!
| Author Notes |
Another story from my imagination upon viewing this photograph. It sort of reminded me of a gaint spider-like frozen creature.
This is another photograph taken on my Duluth Trip. This ice fromation photograph was taken on Saturday, 3-2-2013 along the North Shore drive near Duluth, Minnesota. This will become another one of my Animated Stills. Animated stills are poems where inanimate objects take on human, animal, or spirit forms, traits, or articles. They are derived from Photographs I have taken, that have moved me to write a poem associated with it. |
By Treischel
All Hallow's Night
(A Sonnet)
The tale's been often told in ancient scripts,
That unknown evil rots inside the grave,
Quite far beneath cold filth besotted crypts,
Where even sacred ground, it could not save.
As Satan's pact with God provides relief,
One single night of fright is to be seen,
Enhancing evil versus good's belief,
A night that's since denoted Halloween.
And so, this night some sick soul may arise,
Engaged in ghoulish games of fear and dread.
To cause some trick-or-treater great surprise,
When finding they are dabbling with the dead.
For some may find there's more than playful fright,
In darkened shadows on All Hallow's Night.
| Author Notes |
The Night the Dead may roam.
The artwork is from Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
Decorate
season's grim delight
Halloween
| Author Notes |
Boo!
Picture taken by the author in Lake City, Minnesota, in October 2012. |
By Treischel
Howling Horrors of the Night
Arise from cold crypts of doom,
Lurking with a lust for fright
Like gloom from an empty tomb.
Out to do what specters do
While loosed upon darkened earth,
Evil to helpless child crew
Enjoying their time of mirth,
Not ready for fiends unearthed.
Now prancing to the front door,
In costumes gaily festooned,
Gathering their treats galore,
Hell hides for chances attuned
To wreak woeful blood and gore.
| Author Notes |
Evil is loosed upon the night on All Hallows Eve
Picture courtesy of Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
Mind your Muse
(Just a Poem)
I never know
| Author Notes |
A Shrike is a bird known to impale its prey on a cactus. Mythology has evolved an evil spirit as an impaler in the artwork above. I think of a poet without inspiration as a little mouse in the dessert scurrying about for sustenance. Watch out for shadows in the sky!
This poem doesn't have any formal named format that I know of. I just wrote it this way. The picture is from Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
The Gathering
(Quatrains with refrains)
I hear a noisy gathering....
Gathering on a twisted tree
On leafless limbs they're lifted high.
Murder of crows, a mystery,
Agitated stress in their cry.
... this gathering of birds...
A cacophony heard for miles,
With evening shadows drawing nigh,
Sending eerie sound that riles
The ears of many passersby.
... this gathering of birds...
There, perched with claw, they caw and caw.
Attracting brothers to the group.
What drives attention that they draw?
In black circles, down they swoop.
... this gathering of birds...
How sinister they look up there!
Surly black bodies sitting still,
Omens of evil in the air.
Will dark powers exert their will?
... this gathering of birds...
These things I wonder when I see
A maelstrom perched upon a tree.
My mind keeps screaming out these words -
the birds, the Birds, The Birds, THE BIRDS.
... this gathering of birds.
| Author Notes |
After Alfred Hitchcock released the movie - The Birds, I can never look at a gathered flock of birds without a chill running down my spine. A murder (flock) of crows is very eerie to me.
This poem is just a set of abab rhymed quatrains with closing aabb rhymed quatrain in 8 syllable count and refrains set in between as a simple device to add a bit of drama. This picture was taken by the author himself, along the Mississippi river banks in January 2012. |
By Treischel
This Evil House
(ABAB Quatrains with 666 Tempo)
If you're feeling nervous
This house will give you pause,
And leave you clamorous,
At least with uhs and ahs.
Beware now little kids
Who knock upon this door,
Those evils fate forbids
Are loosed forevermore.
Gross greetings from grim ghouls,
As specters ride the sky,
Will frighten mortal fools
Who trick or treat or die.
Ah Ha HA HA HAAaaaaa!!!!
| Author Notes |
I've been out taking picture of local Halloween decorations.
This poem is made up of simple quatrains with an abab rhyme scheme and with a syllable count of 6/6/6/6. This photograph was taken by the author and modified with a coloration of the negative. |
By Treischel
House of Horrors
(A Pantoum)
When Haunted House you travel through,
You brave the feel of doom and gloom,
Where fright's the plight attacking you ,
In spider's web, with witches broom.
You brave the feel of doom and gloom,
In corners where dark phantom lurks.
In spider's web, with witches broom,
While groping hands cause jumps and jerks.
In corners where dark phantom lurks,
The slimy walls contain stark screams.
While groping hands cause jumps and jerks
Nothing appears just as it seems.
The slimy walls contain stark screams.
Where fright's the plight attacking you .
Nothing appears just as it seems.
When Haunted House you travel through.
| Author Notes |
During Halloween, there are many Houses of Horror or Haunted Houses that people visit to get a scare.
This Poem is a Pantoum The Pantoum is a classic repeating form of Malay origins. In it the second and fourth lines of each stanza become the first and third lines of the next stanza until we reach the final stanza where the first and third lines of the first stanza become the second and fourth lines of the final stanza, but in reverse order, so that the poem begins and ends with the same line. This picture is from Yahoo Images. |
By Treischel
With dark phantoms lurking on this night
Harmless shadows of front yard trees
Can cause a child's chilling fright
Along with knocking knees.
Asking, Are ghosts real?
It can't be true!
It can feel
Unreal.
BOO!
| Author Notes |
Halloween jitters abound in the night
This poem is a Nonet. A nonet is a nine line poem. The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line has seven syllables. That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject. Rhyming is optional. This picture is courtesy of Yahoo Images. |
By Treischel
Na Oidnche Shamna
(Scottish Celtic - It's Samhain Night)
'Tis now the hour of the Witch.
Dance 'round the pyre without a stitch,
To lift yon veil, open the door,
With sacrifice and apple core
Enjoin the circle, writhe and twitch.
Na Oidnche Shamna.
Beneath the darkest Samhain night
Do deeds begin too full of fright.
Midst The Festival of the Dead,
Departed souls art joined and fed,
Whence dost Crom Crauch lear in delight.
Na Oidnche Shamna.
To propitiate Aos Si,
Wear thy masks and dance with great glee.
Then offer fairies tasty treats,
Carve grim pumpkins, hang ghostly sheets,
Ensures tomorrows destiny.
Na Oidnche Shamna.
This service in the forest knells,
Sings out with songs and witch's spells.
'Twas needed to bring in New Years.
Facilitates whilst fears it clears,
As morning brings forth ringing bells.
Na Oidnche Shamna.
| Author Notes |
Samhain is the pagan precursor to Halloween. According to Wikipedia, Samhain is an ancient Celtic, Druidic holiday or Gaelic festival marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the "darker half" of the year. It is celebrated from sunset on 31 October. It was the time when cattle were brought back down from the summer pastures and when livestock were slaughtered for the winter. Special bonfires were lit. These were deemed to have protective and cleansing powers and there were rituals involving them. Samhain was seen as a time when the spirits or fairies (the Aos Sí) could more easily come into our world. Most scholars see the Aos Sí as remnants of the pagan gods and nature spirits. Offerings of food and drink were left for them. The souls of the dead were also thought to revisit their homes. Feasts were had, at which the souls of dead kin were beckoned to attend and a place set at the table for them. At Samhain, it was believed that the aos sí needed to be propitiated to ensure that the people and their livestock survived the harsh winter. Divination rituals were also a big part of the festival and often involved nuts and apples. Some say that when you cut an Apple correctly, the core forms a perfect pentagram. In the 9th century, the Roman Catholic Church shifted the date of All Saints' Day to 1 November, that day after All Hallow's Eve to celebrate as a holy day. Samhain in ancient Ireland was associated with the god Crom Cruach. The texts claim that King Tigernmas (Tighearnmhas) made offerings to Crom Cruach each Samhain, sacrificing a first-born child by smashing their head against a stone idol of the god.
This poem is writtem in quintains of aabba rhyme scheme (5 line stanzas) with a Gealic refrain meaning "It's Samhain Night". Apple Core - refers to the Pagan ritual of offering an apple to feed the visitors. Crom Crauch - an ancient celtic god Aos Si - the spirits or fairies Propitiate - appease, or reduce anger Ringing bells - represents the Church holy day Knell - open area in a woods Pyre - large bonfire Festival of the Dead - Halloween, All Hallow's Eve, All Souls Day, Samhain 'Tis - it is Yon - over there Enjoin - join up, become part of Midst - among Art - are Whence - there dost - do or does thy - their 'Twas - it was Whilest - while This picture was provided courtesy of Yahoo Images |
By Treischel
Nightmare
(A Free Style Poem)
Oh Nightmare, begone!
Turn off those dreams
That scream,
All harsh and purpled red,
That dance demented in my head,
In muted skies
With silent cries.
Must I endure these reveries until I die?
Consumed in dread
With incoherent themes?
Oh Nightmare, begone!
I've done no wrong,
To be subjected
To these tortures
All night long
My rumpled covers are all wet,
As I shiver in my sweat.
So little
Is the rest that I can get.
Wishing all along
Oh Nightmare, begone!
| Author Notes |
I'm sleeping fine. Just a poem.
Many thanks go out for the use of this lovely artwork, Night Vision by Liilia on FanArt Review.com |
By Treischel
Omens
(A 5-7-5-7-7 Poem)
Vile wicked demons
infest us, from Satan's pit
spewing Devil's spit
Take note of present omens
The signs bode bad for humans
| Author Notes |
That's what I see.
A 5-7-5-7-7 Poem uses the same format as a Tanka, but without all the rules. Unlike its Japanese counterpart, it can have capitalization, punctuation, rhyme, alliteration, and other things. Of course the syllable count is identified in the title. This picture was taken by the author at a local fountain in August, 2013. |
By Treischel
A forest glade with trees and shade, and travel trampled path
may harbor hosts of ghouls and ghosts, or hidden psychopaths.
For danger lurks in old earthworks concealed within the grass.
One seldom sees but even trees are hostile to trespass
Beware! The cunning trees, beware their evil strain
that holds a grudge when strangers trudge within their harsh domain.
Unbidden, unwanted, traveler's tales say they're haunted
where only the bravest, the very bravest, travel there undaunted.
Within this darkest vale, where travail may leave you pale
There's an old wives' tale, a beaten trail; where angry oaks, assail, assail
There's an evil, evil breeze
Beware,beware those trees
I traveled there as it made my hair stand up on the back of my neck.
For while I tread with certain dread, I'm a total nervous wreck.
I felt the clutch of a wooden touch as I walked betwixt the boughs.
It may sound absurd, but the sounds I heard, made me crease my brows.
It wasn't an owl that horrible howl I heard somewhere nearby.
It was long and foul, so long and foul, a craven creature's cry.
There among the trees I fell to my knees praying "God, please save me now."
But with faith destroyed I could not avoid the terror doubts allow.
Too late! Too late, to predict my fate. It was really sink or swim.
So without a word, with my vision blurred, I ran for life and limb.
There's an evil, evil breeze
Beware,beware those trees
Daylight these woods are eerie, night time they're downright scary.
You'll spot a Leprechaun or Fairy, or something real frightening and hairy.
If you think you're free from harm, no need for alarm. The truth is quite contrary.
It is understood that these very woods come alive. So you must not tary.
It may be best, you may have guessed, consider things possessed.
Don't carry a heavy load while on the forest road, you may not want to rest
If you are there, become aware, you may get much more than fright.
Begone! Begone! Before the dawn. What you lean on may just bite.
Keep your feet prepared and fleet while considering retreat.
Because, before you hear it an evil spirit may consider you a treat.
So beware of those trees
There's an evil breeze
flowing through those trees.
Beware! Beware! Oh please!
| Author Notes |
Well just look at those trees. They have faces and grasping arms.
This poem is a Tambour. The Tambour was created by Fanstorian RGstar. It is called 'Tambour'' which is French for drum. It uses the rhythm of the parade drum. If one can visualize a parade walking by and the sound of the drums as they march. The poetry is set to mimic the sound and roll of the drum. The basic form has ten long lines containing in-line rhyming on most (but not all) lines, and aabb end-line rhyming , followed by short rhyming couplets, until the last which has 4 lines that echo the earlier couplets. There is no fixed meter, just the drum beats and rolls. This picture is an Animated Still. Animated stills are poems where inanimate objects take on human, animal, or spirit forms, traits, or articles. They are derived from Photographs I have taken, that have moved me to write a poem associated with it. |
By Treischel
The season's sights are in the air,
With spirits roaming everywhere.
As summer wanes and crops are in,
The Pumpkin Wraith rules here again.
So friendly in the daylight hours.
The night reveals his evil powers.
His wooden hand provides no fright,
Until it grabs you in the night.
Don't be fooled by friendly welcomes.
They may yield some nasty outcomes.
Jagged smiles hide sharper teeth.
Beware the foul fiend underneath!
He's out there freely to be seen,
But evil stalks on Halloween.
| Author Notes |
This is a pumpkin scarecrow located near the front entrance to the Minnesota Arboretum located in Chanhassen, Minnesota. There were several exhibits of scarecrows with a pumpkin motiff on display there. I thought I'd use one for this Halloween poem.
This poem is a Sonnet with an aabb ccdd eeff gg rhyme scheme in tetrameter. The author took this photograph on October 17, 2014. |
By Treischel
I will DANCE on your tomb under silvered moon
at the edge of the darkened abyss.
Let the demons howl LOUD in the fires of doom
Their damned souls shall inflame by my kiss.
While this writhing mass SQUIRMs on my pointed fork
I will stir bubbling MIX to a BREW
All the noxious fumes SREAD when the vials uncork
'Til the SMELL, holy HELL breaks on through.
With a banshee's SCREAM I will REND empty air
Fill the sultry silence with my DIN.
'Til their eardrums BLEED from oaths I will swear,
So their heads will all SWELL from within.
Them my black BURNING EYES hypnotize in GLARE
As my smoking RAGE fully unfolds,
But this carnage unleashed really CAN'T compare
To the damage THIS DAY I behold.
For the sacrifice HE made on Calvary
Means that JESUS has defeated me.
| Author Notes |
I was just wondering how Satan may have felt about Easter Sunday. He probably wasn't very happy. A sore loser maybe? Of course, being the fiend he is, he most likely took it out on his minnions.
A Heroic Sonnet is one with 18 lines. Here I have 4 quatrains and a closing rhyming couplet. I used an uneven 11-9 meter to emphasize discordance. An anapestic rythmn also has a more racing cadence. I made some words capitalized to emphasize his rage. Imagine him yelling those words as he grinds his teeth. This picture is from Yahoo Images. |
By Treischel
The sun is setting, things start stirring free,
Beginning preparations for the dark.
These evening actions are what's meant to be,
When creatures of the nighttime make their mark.
The wind starts blowing, howling at the moon.
A vortex forms of things that want to roam,
Releasing to the heavens very soon,
The beasts of Hell that seek unwary souls,
And those that tarry long to make it home,
May very much regret their tardiness,
As misery and death creep from their holes
To reap the havoc only some may guess.
So heed the words Samaritans may stress,
To stay inside. Outside madness controls
The fate of those these creatures may possess.
| Author Notes |
These leaves just lend themselves to a dark poem. They reminded the author of bats swirling in a vortex as they rush out of hell. Maybe an overactive imagination.
This poem is a Carrett Sonnet. The Carrett Sonnet was created by Stephen A Carter (Carter + Sonnet). It is a 15 line Sonnet consisting of 3 Quatrains with a closing Tercet. It has an inter-twining rhyme scheme, as follows: abab cdce dfef fef It requires a meter of 10 beats per line in iambic pentameter. |
By Treischel
They wait in silence for the night
When souls are loosed to cause great fright.
They creep out from their moldy holes,
Those filthy God-forsaken souls
That reek of rot and death's decay,
Intent on harm in every way.
The blood hewn moon has risen high.
It calls the Halloween spooks neigh,
To pierce the night with shrieks and screams,
Much worse than Hell's nightmarish dreams
That wake you in a fevered sweat
And keep a pounding heart upset.
The witches flying past the moon
Will show their ugly faces soon,
On corners where your children roam,
To steal them from their happy home.
Then cackle in insane delight
At horrors of their sacred night.
Such havoc by the Fiend's forsworn
Shall frolic 'til the early morn.
The vampires seeking blood to suck
Will vanquish victims out of luck.
While werewolves hiding in the woods
Will terrorize the neighborhoods.
Oh, Halloween, you wanton whore,
Bemoan the sound of nevermore!
But wait! What mischief do I see?
Is this a ruse? It cannot be!
Those specters that my mind assumes,
Are children wearing their costumes.
| Author Notes |
Whew! There are some pretty spooky costumes out there.
Author's own photograph. |
By Treischel
What wonders wander through the wood,
on ancient trails
where
witches stood
To chant
the rites
renewing earth,
Ensuring
plant and beast rebirth.
There's magic
here
along these trails,
With plank strewn bridge
and oaken rails
that lead you
deeper
through the growth,
to fear,
or joy,
or
maybe both.
The path can take you
left or right
so bright by day,
so dark
by night.
The choice you make
will set the
tone.
Make sure
you don't go there
alone.
| Author Notes |
This path into the woods looked like a path of ancient bearing to me. I thought of the old druid and celtic tales that carried connotations of good as well as evil, depending on how you looked at it. Therefore, I used the word "pagan" to describe it, because that word carries dual inferences. Most think of the word as "non-christian", and I gave that meaning some play here. But the word derives from the Latin "pagus", meaning "of the country" (as we might say, "out in the boondocks"). I intended that meaning too. So here is the poem my photograph inspired.
This poem is a Free Style Poem. A Free Style poem is a subset of Free Verse. It lacks formal structure, but carries rhyme. This picture was taken by the author himself on October 16, 2014. |
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