All Hallows Eve

Some things are just not fit to print.

All Hallows Eve

In the beginning there was the word

And the word was ALONE.

The word divided and became TWO.

TWO became MANY ...

MANY became LEGION and

LEGION became

WAR,
FAMINE,
FLOOD, and
PESTILENCE.

All things were consumed until

There was only ONE.

And the word was ALONE.

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

I have been savoring this for a couple days now.
I just wanted you to know that these words reflect some of my random thoughts.
I love how you put these lines together.
Even though I know not yet how, I can say, This is very useful in helping me organize some of my thoughts into this.
When some more pieces fall into a clearer picture for me, I shall return and share my added thoughts.
Till then, My Friend ;-)
Did I say Thank You?

[Tam Warink]

You just did. Thank you for reading, Kate. I could scribble some more words but sometimes just a squiggle or a little circle can say as much or more. A drop of this falls into a basin of that... someone pulls the plug, it swirls around, goes down, disappears. Nothing left but to remember where it was at.

[Larry Dyson]

Hmm..Odd Duck
Mayhaps a tad quackers.
Purposing the resultant
Aloneness.

[Tam Warink]

True, true... and that too is sometimes what I think when nothing makes sense. At that point I reach for the scrabble dice for a reply. Nicely done, Larry. ;-)

[Gleb Zavlanov]

This has got to be one of the most philosophical, profound and uniquely crafted poems I read. The symmetry of phrase reads quite nicely and is very unique penned. Great write!

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Gleb. Those are generous words. Welcome.

[Delmar Cooper]

I would admire the symmetry if I knew how to spell it and frame it fearlessly.

[Tam Warink]

Well, if that is the case then you have set yourself a reasonable challenge, Delmar. As I see it you are half way there. Nothing left but the fearless framing. Onward! :)

[Delmar Cooper]

I was playing with Tygers when I wrote that, but I do admire the logical progression of the poem. The only thing about the piece that gave me mental pause was the title. If I translate that title into The Day of the Dead it feels more suitable in my head. Or, when i consider that All Hallows is follwed by All Souls.

[Mary]

knocked out of my socks! I love this! amazing!

[Tam Warink]

Hi, Mary! Thanks a bunch for the kudos! My socks like to crawl off and hide.. hope you find yours soon. ;-)

[Daniel Sala]

Really great to read, especially the way the beginning and end tie in together full circle.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Daniel. Nice of you to read and comment.

[Brandon]

Splendid read and write...:)

[Tam Warink]

Oh, why thank you, GW! :)

[Pryde Foltz]

There is many layers of meaning to this piece. We can look at it from the big bang perspective and then I say you leave out the good things. We can look at it from the world perspective and again you leave out the good stuff, but then it is Halloween and the poem does indeed frighten. From a personal point of view behave this way and you will eventually die, alone, which we usually do anyways. Great write.

[Tam Warink]

I'm so glad you saw it with all of its flaws intact! I rejoice in the fact that tombstones made of wood decay eventually. I salute my fellow worms. Long may you writhe!

[Pryde Foltz]

The worms keep on writhing
we keep on dying
and some, they garden

[Tam Warink]

Garden worms... a placid variety - unless that's where the bodies are buried.

[Pryde Foltz]

Beats the closet.

[Tam Warink]

Right you are! The bodies pile up, the closet gets smelly and the worms go hungry. Ugh!

[Pryde Foltz]

Feed the worms if you want to live.....again.

[Tam Warink]

Perhaps we should compare notes from the Rulebook Of The Undead? =8o?

[Pryde Foltz]

I've been off book for ages.

[Tam Warink]

Ah, that explains it. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Hahahahahahahaha