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