Notice of absence from Friendship
Thank you for your kind words and friendship; however, I must take a temporary leave of absence for several months to provide care and support to a friend, out of state.❤️
Thank you for your kind words and friendship; however, I must take a temporary leave of absence for several months to provide care and support to a friend, out of state.❤️
The siblings’ count meant Christmas should have reigned,
The undisputed crown, the prize attained.
And yes, that warmth held merit, soft and deep,
But there’s a secret that my spirit keeps:
I craved the shift, the night that felt unbound,
Where chaos and the sugar high were found.
Less the stiff pressure of tradition’s hold,
More a wild story in the autumn cold.
I still recall the puzzle of the years,
A memory that lingers and appears:
The kitchen counter, bright beneath the light,
Held the full bounty of a perfect night.
A silent pyramid, a treasury bold,
Kit Kats, Snickers—stories rich and old,
The jackpot waiting, banked upon the shelf.
Why trudge outside for smaller versions of itself?
To brave the porch light and the chilling air,
For fun-size wrappers we already bore,
Was illogic, plain and sharp and clear,
Yet in the quest, the meaning drew more near.
The ritual mattered more than what we sought,
The necessary mischief finely wrought.
The masks, the costumes, running dark and fast,
The joy of being spooked, that always lasts.
I loved the spectacle, the crafted fear,
The fake cobwebs draped on every hedge held dear.
The cardboard tombstone leaning by the walk,
The muffled whispers of the ghost tale talk.
And still, that passion for the dark remains:
Haunted houses, rattling chains,
And most of all, the picture on the screen,
The beautifully constructed, painted scene.
To seek the terror with delighted eyes,
To know the monster is a skilled disguise.
To welcome fright and feel the thrilling spike,
That safe pretense is what I truly like.
To face the darkness, knowing it’s all play—
That joyful, chaotic feeling never fades away.
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My friend, what a ride of memory and mayhem. That counter stacked high…the masks…the cobwebs. All of it captures the thrill of chaos and the sweetness of fear and the season of Halloween. Nostalgic and alive. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I thank you for stopping by and reading my poem, and most of all for your words
A wonderful poem about the season and the day. With good rhyme it rides the broomstick of terror for children. I find it most interesting how children love to be scared and then we pair terror with candy to sweeten the pot. A fun read of memories and manipulation.
I thank you for stopping by and reading my poem, and most of all for your words
You are most welcome my friend
This is a wonderful energetic, fun packed nostalgic write of the scary day.a very enjoyable read for a lazy Sunday, thank you
You won't be saying that when I chap your door demanding KitKats.
The costumes are getting better mind you, I never recoginise any of the kids who chap my door demanding goodies now.
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