October 13-31 Poem #31

Happy Hallowe’en!

the haunt begins…appease them with sweets, don’t let them in

~kat

And so ends this month of thirty-one one-liners. Adding an internal rhyme and syllable count to the simple Monostitch proved to be a challenge. I’ve gotten my intrigue with one line poetry out of my system, I am happy to say. Here’s a running loop of the month…a few hits perhaps, but definitely more misses. I’m ready to turn the page on October. Happy Hallowe’en!

A Month in Monostitches

1-
I hearsay, hearsay’s not proof for true seekers of truth.

2-

weaving threads of silken lace she lies in wait and waits

3-

face toward the light so shadows loom behind, out of sight

4-

death interrupts our planned existence in an instant

5-

trust is fragile, easily lost, regained at great cost

6-

saying you believe, but…reveals a mind that is shut

7-

the simplest of pleasures are gifts beyond measure

8-

clusters of cumulus clouds bloom, raindrops to nimbus

9-

he said, she said, stale-mates should try listening instead

10-

enough, enough I say of this rain, rain go away

11-

speaking of it…the weather…we’re a bit under it

12-

tempest remnants scattered in heaps…we sow what we reap

13-

autumn dawning hush, jasmine flush gilds Gaia’s awning

14-15

cool breeze, crickets peeping…the night is set for sleeping

sweet dreams begotten fade to mist at dawn forgotten

16-

a thought for a penny, no more, scores what you pay for

17-

crumbs are not enough to sate the starving doomed by fate

18-

shorter days, growing shadows, a time for letting go

19-

a cool nip frosts the aged leaves cleaving to the trees

20-

when lies become a means to an end nobody wins

21-

take care what you wish for, keep it simple, less is more

22-

first frost, silent dawn, wondering where the crickets have gone

23-

change changes us, we learn to bend; that it’s not the end

24-

pride comes before the fall; the deadliest sin of all

25-

if you think you’re crazy you’re likely not…like a fox

26-

You say maga, I sing la-la, we’ve all gone gaga!

27-

birds on leafless boughs croon underneath a pale moon

28-

when words are not enough it’s best not to make up stuff

29-

descending like frost numbing us, fear and rage and loss

30-

mustn’t be late, and then we wait, it’s the waiting I hate

31-

the haunt begins…appease them with sweets, don’t let them in

~kat