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Click herePumpkin,
would you
rather not smile
that Cheshire cat grin?
Has it
cut once too often
your silence and skin?
Hallowed outside
but hollow within.
Pumpkin,
do you dream
of November,
licking the wounds
of a scorching
but beautiful ember?
Would you rather
not even remember?
Pumpkin,
tell me
how did you stumble,
where did it begin?
Did you try
once too often
to wager and win?
Pretty to pieces
and lost in the spin.
Pumpkin,
will you
ever grow weary
of clamor and sin?
All the
Cheshire incisions
that leak your pulse thin.
Where wonder bleeds out
and winter seeps in.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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A Pumpkin endures the incisions ~ prepared to give his all.
Well crafted bit of fluff.
I would guess that there aren't too many pumpkin poems on Lit.!!