The Pumpkin Seen

Halloween Poem

The pumpkin's eyes

are rarely seen

without your visions

imagined dreams

When edges cut

around the eyes

are slots for murder

man grows wise

That all who rate

the pumpkin's smile

are offering fate

a place defiled

Where every man

has cuts his own

When going through life

a hallo'd drone

For what is life

but Halloween

When strangers walk

the pumpkin seen

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I like this poem because I love this time of year and Halloween. This was a haunting delight to read. Wonderful work Trevor.

[Trevor McLeod]

I like Halloween too Carlos. All Hallows is what they used to call it. I like the pumpkin carving and roasting pumpkin seeds on a cookies sheet. Of course the costumes as a kid were so cool. Fall is one time when I feel part of nature. I love taking pictures of the colors and the smell of leaves is the best. Thanks Carlos. Trevor