October and poetry

Branches of sky
uttering words of roar,
it gives a mirage of October
A swamp of shining fingers,
saying poetry in love.

I have a strange connection to poetry,
it kills and speaks to me,
unlike you and your methods.
A death star, on repeat.
And I celebrate my October,
doused in the bowl of slippery nights.

27 thoughts on “October and poetry

  1. Sorry to ask. I understood you are portraying poetry and the beauty of October nights through the image of a tree branch.
    Just this two line I have a confusion.
    ‘unlike you and your methods,
    A death star, on repeat’.
    You were referring to a person like a lover?


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