Schizophrenic pumpkin spice

Black cats and voodoo dolls
Alter my dimension
Splitting me into layers
As I slide through the colors
Red, brown, and yellow
A corn maze of the season

Carving my soul
Playing peek-a-boo with Jack
And his Lantern
Spiced up smell
From the depths, of pumpkin pie hell

There is no rhythm
Nor any rhyme
For October has altered
My state of mind

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A different touch on the Fall/Autumn.. its meanings for and to you. A singalong of colours, scents and sights. No need for sameness, just your own thoughts and happiness.. perhaps. But then again, 'From the depths, of pumpkin pie hell' - not as keen as seemed!.

[Shy Joe]

As the title suggests, October and the changes of fall are quite schizophrenic. How weird it can be that the death of leaves can bring out the most colors in nature and life.... after death. A strange season indeed. Thanks for reading.

[emmajoy]

How very true. I once said as much to our English teacher, she gave me a look that said, 'Good grief, the girl has an imagination after all!' But it truly is true as true.

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So I get it this is the collection of poetry. Looks like poetic record of your best Sunday in this season. Have nice narrative flow into my head. Have nice end but even I think maybe you should extending your feelings .

[Shy Joe]

Duly noted. Thanks for reading.

[maria ( rose)]

hahaaaa I like this!! reading contest entries Good Luck♥

[Shy Joe]

Thank you for reading and your great words.