What Are You Going to be for Halloween?

This is for Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge. Mask is the word for today. I really needed to write this, so thanks for the prompt, even if no one likes the poem! haha

What are you going to be for Halloween?
Does it matter, is there a party?
Is there any trick-or-treating with the kids?

Are there any kids or are we all
Older than our years by now?

What are you going to be for Halloween?
Will people wear a second mask?
What costumes have we been tricked into wearing?

I will be the most terrifying horror:
I will wear no mask and be a human being!

I don’t hate face masks as much as some people, but the longer this goes on, the more tired I am of it. Even if the masks work perfectly, what is it worth? I want to see people’s smiles. I want to be hugged. In the past 7 months, I can count the number of people I’ve touched on one hand. And I am not doing well. Nobody gives a damn about the collateral damage from these policies. What is this worth?

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My Self-Portrait Looks Too Much Like You

Today for DVerse Poetics, Sarah invites us to come and take a selfie. So, this is a self-portrait poem, which I wrote today and which I was and am unsure about sharing but whatever!


I have my father’s eyes.
Blue, which can pass for green
Depending on what I’m wearing —

I have my father’s eyes
In their color, their appearance,
But far from their substance

Because I see beyond the surface:
He is content with the placid sea,
He has fooled himself into thinking

He rules — he drowns reason
In another liquid, functions,
But how well does he think he’s hiding?

He has tried to sweep
It all under the rug — this family keeps
Secrets — don’t tell me I don’t see!

I have my father’s eyes.
Blue — for the sobering insight
Does anyone else sense the tsunami?

 

 

This Feels Odd

I just got switched to the block editor today, and it definitely feels odd. https://fivedotoh.com/2020/09/03/fowc-with-fandango-odd/ That’s the link for FOWC: Odd, since I can’t figure out how to do a better hyperlink (the kind that was so easy in the classic editor). I should probably consider myself lucky, since it seems like, for whatever reason, my blog was among the last to be switched over.

I had very little inspiration for poems today, several ideas but little more than phrases. This is extremely odd for me because, usually, even if I don’t post, I write 4 or 5 poems a day.

I suppose I’ll try to write a poem about this awkward new editor….Sharing also with DVerse Open Link

OpenLinkNight #273

These blocks do not impress,
Why the heck, WordPress?
I hope I’ll learn to use
This goofy thing, or choose
Somehow to go back
To “Classic” editor, whack
This into internet oblivion.
To disgruntled voices listen:
If it ain’t broke don’t fix it,
Why won’t the coders nix it?

Altered (A)isle

For the Saturday Mix: double take. We are given a set of homophones to use in a piece of writing.

aisle – walkway
I’ll – contraction of “I will”
isle – island

and

alter – to change
altar – raised centre of worship


Down the aisle and to the altar,
She did always dream to go;
But the dream she had to alter:
Fiancé was a no-show.
He had fled to a tropical isle,
Unbeknownst to the bride-to-be;
“I’ll have revenge on one so vile”
Said she, relieved, single and free.

 

A Warning

For yesterday’s Weekly Scribblings, we are explaining a few things.


you must understand:
I have a long fuse, but it exists,
and if it’s lit, you don’t
want to be around when it explodes —
this is not mean, this is
a warning for if you spurn
my boundaries repeatedly:
let me explain a few things,
treat me with respect or we
won’t interact in pleasant episodes.

This Will Be a Disaster

A haibun for Writing Wednesday. Join in here!


The news today is that President Trump is suggesting to delay the presidential election until in-person voting is safe. Though absentee mail-in voting is good, he says, to make it universal could lead to massive fraud.

People on the opposite side of the aisle are framing this as the president clinging to his spot in the Oval Office. I don’t think so. Say what you want about Trump; he is right that the potential for voter fraud is higher, and with the way his opponents have hounded him for the past 4 years, he is right to be worried.

I think no matter which way the election swings, it’s bound to be a disaster.

thunder and lightning
shouts of four horsemen ready
skies already gray