The Old Scarecrow

 
To Breathe

O silver platter moon,
do you see the blue clouds?
They enter my lungs and force the air out;
the bottled oxygen doesn't help
O eye witness, what else is there to say?
                             --Sulakshana Guha


don't tell the scarecrow
someone is stealing the beans
                             --Yayū


receding patter
of trembling raindrops
cancer whispers spread
                             --Douglas J. Lanzo


hospice-
how many autumn moon
still I have
                            --Ram Chandran


gathering storm
the air in the waiting room
heavy with silence
                            --Chen-ou Liu


harvest moon
stuffing a body 
with plastic bags
                            --Mariel Herbert


moldy oranges
scattered on the ground
the smell of rot
                            --Eavonka Ettinger


sickling moon
hollowed out in daily scoops
now the lightness of being
                            --Dr. Vaishnavi Pusapati 


the constancy 
of weeping wisteria 
- blue moon 
                           --Katherine E. Winnick


sentient death poem 
writing itself 
cranberry moon
                             --Jerome Berglund
 

autumn moon
nothing but the sound of leaves
falling
                            --Mark Scott


with no moon
i tell the fallen moon
of autumn tears
                            --James Young


virtual funeral
the autumn moon
watching through my window
                            --Adele Evershed


in silent midnight
our old scarecrow topples over
weird hollow echo
                            --Boncho

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