Two Parts October By Ellyssa Pearce

Part 1

I.                    If October is like orange falling from fingers

reaching for a cloudy sky

Then May is like white spreading form a yellow center

fanning out for a blue one

If October is like candy

hitting the bottom of buckets of scary ghosts

Then May is like watermelon

being cut and dripping from the fingers

of brightly colored dancers

II.                  Earlier today I saw a curve in the road

A curve so sharp yellow arrows have to

Show your direction

Earlier today I saw a man on a bike

Attempt the curve

Dressed in blue he sped down the straight

Then coasted that curve

Just hugging the white line that traces the edge

Earlier today I saw sunlight on that curve

That shot a whiff of violin

III.               And this too….

This morning I witnessed

a ridiculously photogenic grave

The sunlight came down from the heavens

And enveloped a statue cross

The mist caught in swirls to add

To the spirituality

I began to think of another world

I mean what else would an image like this do?

Its higher and just I suppose

A place where you go when you

Want to see amazing sights and things

The glow reminded me of ice cream

Orange sorbet and the crisp morning air

Was it sunset of sunrise?

So cliché

This image I see is so cliché

IV.                Once in a dream I drowned

Bubbles swam from my mouth

But I could feel hardness from my lungs

I became stone sinking form the light

Crystal blue enveloping me

Eyes closing but feeling the

Bubbles come from me

People around me now

Like the same

But not scared like me

Or am I scared

This is a dream

Part 2

I.                    I never thought life could be like looking up and forgetting about what I’m doing

I never thought life could be so fun

I never thought a child’s giggle could reach your eyes and make them smile

I never thought dancing could be so easy

I never thought bliss could come in a dress of  lace and black

I never thought golden could make you that much sweeter

And I never thought holding hands Could make you smile

II.                  Believe me what happened next wasn’t okay

I turned the corner to see a man looking my way

I caught a start

Because he didn’t look the part

To be a so called work of art

 The worst thing you ever said to me was nothing

You walked up to me and has the audacity

To just say nothing

You think it’s alright

But it’s not

IV.                These days I feel like just hanging

Just letting the world drip from my fingertips

And toes

I feel like letting blood throb to my head

And make me forget what happened today

V.                  Listen….i know you want something Philosophical out of me

Sit with you and give you the facts

The spiritual side

But honestly life isn’t about meaning

It’s about doing

So go…

Once in October I know something happened

Was is before or after that asked for kiss?

I sat on the couch and listened to a

Heartbeat

VII.             But it is not October, it is May

So that must mean the falling orange

Has been replaced with crystal blue drops

That must mean glimpses of scary ghosts

Must now be swirled orange and vanilla

Ice-cream dripping from a spoon

It must mean the golden curls of misty sunlight

Have not turned to squirming worms

Of soon to be butterflies