October’s diligent renewal of decay; barren oak and maple trees, chilled water bodies naturally hardened like cold-heart’s, and our favorite massive white teddy bears curfews reinstated.
Chloe mumbled an unintelligible invocation “…….carve………forsaken………astray”. With only the passing wistful wind, and nature (including the gnomes, superstitious as she was), a comatose urge to relish in her seclusion gripped her tight.
Something always masquerades
The view
It can’t be helped or run
Thought thoughts over you
Guilty pleasures sewn undone
Like a backhanded tailor
Minus the luck or fun
A state of mimicry; interludes
Who am I to question this?
Euphoria spills splatters
Red, black, and blue
Senseless of perpetuity
On our morals we piss
We calibrate others; quite pedestrian
And somehow bemuse the ruse within
An anectode of fearless judgement begins
“Let him take the fall”, Karma’s ambience
Its an angel out of hell, they said
What’s an oxymoron to depth, reject?
I.
Footprints dangle past
Far winters echo alive
Yet, laughter erupts
II.
Thunder rods of ice
Mirror under the windowpane
As two chickadees clap
Zakaria.M 