The pumpkins are crying cobwebs
cos the seasons are passing so slowly
winter through to spring
waiting for autumn like it's summer rain
so Eddie picks them up holding them tight
and with his headphones blasting
all three have a party
in the corner of the living room
when everyone's gone to bed at night
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I took the picture myself Eddie is up in my front room all year round
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Comments2
Did Eddie get like that waiting too long for a bus to come along?! He needs to eat more, put on some flesh! lol.
when I worked at harrods
they would open
their Christmas, room
in June...!
and I was like, you're killing it
for us;
then the kids would come
and I realised
yeah, to them
it can't come early enough...
and i so miss
that part of me, lost
in the slow wait
of season's, to change
and life to begin...
(a lovely read
related to it
on a more personal level
than merely poetic..
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
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