I, The Pumpkin

Carve me,

I, the pumpkin.

The round orange bundle of seeds

With an awkward, brown stem.

 

Carve me a face

So I can smile at the world.

 

Carve me the eyes

To let me stare into the dusty darkness

And early dawn.

 

The nose to be carved,

So I am able to inhale the infection of nightlife.

 

Inject me with the sounds of late-night rustling leaves

The distant sway of trees.

 

I, the pumpkin

Placed on the porch.

To stare and to inhale

The night.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the imagery of the pumpkin. This is crafty and made me smile at the pumpkin on the porch taking in the night.