Dear Frances Napoli
We’ve definitely been through a lot of confusion together and that’s largely my fault. I have been an emotionally locked box for a long time and I haven’t been able to open it for whatever reason. I’m deciding now to put those times behind me for a change, so I can move forward and we can move forward and make something that could work. First, read these pieces that I have created. Then, go outside and get the box from the hood of your Jeep. Opening that box is a symbol of my unlocking mine, but you should read all of this first.
October Spirits
Spirits, they wander for somewhere to be;
As the weather, it greys, and the wind is let free.
While the leaves grow stale, frail as they fall;
Chills fill the air, they stumble and crawl.
For in October, change is the feel;
As distorted, as messed up, as twisted, it’s real.
When the realms collide, we celebrate the dead;
And as a result the one night they steal.
October may be dark, bitter, cold, and bleak;
But the month is not meant to make us brittle and weak.
For in October, chaotic energy is spiking;
And what can be created finally meets a peak.
The leaves they can wilt as colors cascade through the hills;
And the wind creates harmonies along window sills.
There are colors and lights that dress the night;
But inside is where we cuddle to fight the chills.
Step out into the darkness in your best sweater;
For in October, things keep getting better.
With the new season comes beauty, comes boldness;
As clarity sets in and I decide to push forth and get her.
Hope you like the poem because I made some haikus.
The Hair
Hair like a goddess;
Curly, vivacious, and free;
It’s beautiful.
Quiet Nights
Quiet is the night;
For when the engine goes cold;
You are on the mind.
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