Orange whispers, yellow cries...

The spirits of autumn rise as the golden leaves fall and cover the earth...

This unholy masquerade

when reality does fade,

the imprint of a god

on our mortal-stained facade.

Saints and spirits strip the earth

of the straining hope of birth.

“Kill the hope with grasping grave,”

cries the earthly mortal slave.

                    

O, ignisfatuus,

foolish fire.

O, the lantern

in the mire.

Spirits quaking

with the light,

demon darkness,

far too bright.

Orange whispers,

yellow cries;

ever-haunting,

numb good-byes.

Good-bye, O childhood;

Farewell, my nickel joys...

Reviews

[Whitney]

"Orange whispers,
yellow cries;
ever-haunting,
numb goodbyes"
What's ever-haunting is this piece...how we can wake up and realize what is real, what things have gone away, and then how you tied it in with Autumn... This really just spoke to me. You're amazing Craig! xD

[An owl on the moon]

Whitney!! What a very happy surprise to have you by!! Thank you so much.. Hope everything in your world is simply amazing.. :)

[EmpressPoetess]

Oh the whimsical winds of life, far beyond our trembling grasp! Excellent! I was riding along this aging road seeking some shard of lost youth! This speaks loud and clear! As always, outstanding writing, Craig! I always come back here to read my Fave Author!

[Einstein Noodle]

dark and so Halloween spooky! what a nickle use to buy!!! oh my!!! cool read for me .. thank you for ignusfatuus ... will-o'-the-wisp ...
trick or treat my friend! ;)
E.

[An owl on the moon]

So glad you were by, my friend, and so glad you enjoyed the darker colors of the season. There is always something so mysterious in the October air. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

i think this is a really great dark poem for All Hallows Eve ..its fun but pretty darn spooky ..

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you! It carries me back to my childhood somehow.

[Muse]

This is why I don't like roller coaster rides. Fate feels like it has no breaks. There is something crafty and dark about this piece...I just can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's the color orange. It's not a full burn...but a prelude of the many burns we'll have to endure as adults. Orange feels old and sick....worn out like tarnished copper. We try to clean it, but it's like putting on make up. It's all a façade....it's all so temporary.

[An owl on the moon]

You do know how to read my mind, dear Muse... This came from the whispers of demons within... and yes, orange paints such peculiar shades on the soul's canvas. May you find brighter colors coming alive within you... though you know I would sit in the shafts of night if ever you needed.

[DIVYA]

You have given Autumn a new meaning, linking it to the end of life's most pleasant, carefree season, childhood!

These lines say a lot and say it beautifully...
"Orange whispers,
yellow cries;
ever-haunting,
numb good-byes."

The spirit of autumn is conveyed totally here...
"Saints and spirits strip the earth
of the straining hope of birth.
“Kill the hope with grasping grave,”
cries the earthly mortal slave."

Never read a poem on senescence and death, so magical & exquisite. Thank you Craig.

[An owl on the moon]

Divya, your presence is always a joy! Thank you for your lifting words and your ability to see the etchings in my finite words.

[Jack...]

This piece is so very cool. It had a profound affect on me and the state of mind I find lurking within me right now. Your word choice is off the charts good. This poem wraps around me like a serpent and squeezes the life into me. I can not tell you how much I enjoyed this ride. I am more than glad I found this today. I love the photo, the format and every other nuance of this piece.

[An owl on the moon]

Jack, thank you so much for your wonderfully lifting comments! Much appreciated! :)

[teardrop]

Orange whispers,
yellow cries;
ever-haunting,
numb good-byes.
Good-bye, O childhood;
Farewell, my nickel joys...

Really enjoyed these lines, amazing write.

[An owl on the moon]

Appreciate your comments so very much KTS!

[Lilly]

Craig, I love this!!
Perfect for your autumn season.
I agree with Whitney that 'haunting' is just the way to describe this piece.

[An owl on the moon]

Made me smile to have you back around, Lilly! Thank you! :)

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Interesting work that you have penned..Life is truly at times a masquerade..Enjoyed reading this creative work this morn..Sara

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for stopping by, Sara. :)

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Craig,

You are quite welcome..May this be a blessed evening for you..

Sara

[Enid Blake]

Ooh a little bit of darkness Mr Froman? I love the way you have depicted Autumn here, I hadn't thought of this perspective, I felt enlightened reading this. I love the gothic undercurrent that swept between the strangled cries of the leaves.... Listen..... Can you hear them? :)

[An owl on the moon]

Dear Enid, how you have unmasked me! Yes... there is more darkness within me than I care to admit... and every now and then a bit of it slips out of a crack. Thank you for bringing your light on this path. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the use of words. You took me on a very good journey. Artwork and words allowed me to feel the hunger of the unholy nights and activities. A nice ending to the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

It's always a pleasure to have you come by my page, good friend. :)