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Halloween


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           Halloween


Anoles flashing green, out late
this warm fall evening, stalking corners
of the porch in the last of the day,
running through vines still flowering
in a wilting sun.

Tree frogs out early this gentle
twilight, sharing the porch ceiling
with the little lizards, seeking the same,
last of the light and last of the prey,
both desperate to prepare, recognizing
signs of a year now done.

Despite the life clinging to the warmth
that remains in the dying day,
the unyielding cold approaches.
Nectar moths and butterflies joust
for the last lighted blossoms
on the last warm dusk of the year.
An evening between summer
and winter, between now and there,
a commingling of creatures from day
and night in this time dividing
dark from light.

A roosting crow cries out and threatens
a slow, magnificent owl, unhurried,
sailing by silently, unperturbed,
like the rising moon, floating above
and beyond his reproaches.
The day defies the dark.
The night denies the day.


Copyright 2009 – Tall Grass & High Waves, Gary B. Fitzgerald
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Re: Halloween


hi Gary,

Enjoyed the sounds and images of this poem; very nicely done.

The last two lines kept reminding me of something...till I remembered the old Doors song, "Break On Through To the Other Side:"


Day destroys the night
Night divides the day


Your poem refers to "this time dividing/dark from light" Similar theme maybe?

Chris
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Following are the lyrics to The Doors’ ‘Break on Through’. I recognize the similarity, Christine, but the focus is entirely different.

My poem is about the Irish belief that the veil between the living and dead is lifted on Samhain. I have tried to personify this with the creatures of day and night.

Morrison’s lyrics are about...well, I’m not really sure.


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           Break on Through


You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Yeah!
C'mon, yeah

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)

I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, oww!
Oh, yeah!

Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


The Doors – Break on Through (to the other side)
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