Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Arbitrary Design

Cold October winds
are my pillow and
the fire inside of me
was lit by the hands
of the one
who carved this smile
after deciding where
my face ought to be.

If that is not love,
I'll see you in hell.

If that is not love,
then the cold winds
must be.

7 comments:

eric1313 said...

It's October, so I'm going with a theme here.

Hope it works!

Dulce said...

Hope it works too!

Love, being a mix of wind and fire... Unquieting, yet astounding. Great poem.


Thanks Eric for your lovely comments at my place

Hugs and :)

Charles Gramlich said...

October's cold winds are my muse. I was noticing last night how many horror poems I've written in this month.

X. Dell said...

To me, it looks partly like a jack o'lantern, partly like Christ, and partly like Jack Nicholson. Perhaps it's time for me to adjust the brightness on my laptop.

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

Yeah, this works. Short and bittersweet.

Lana Gramlich said...

Ha! Good one. ;)

eric1313 said...

Thanks, everyone!