Eve Roper Poet Pantoum

Somewhere Around Midnight of October

In  the  middle  of  the  moonlit  valley, 
there stood an old haunted house, all alone. 
Weeds and woody vines weaving up its frame, 
pulling the old house down with endless groan. 

There stood an old haunted house, all alone,
windows broken,  and midst of roof caved in 
pulling the old house down with endless groan. 
Hollow  groan  gets  deeper  its  tainted  sin. 

Windows broken and midst of roof caved in, 
weeds and woody vines weaving up its frame.
Hollow groan gets deeper its tainted sin. 
In  the  middle  of  the  moonlit  valley.


10/3/2019

 Poetry Contest: Poet's October Pantoum'
Sponsored By: William Kekaula

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Beata Agustin November 9, 2019 at 6:10 AM Wow! Congrats. I admire your picturesque poems, and this one exemplifies your "painting" talent --- through words, once again... God bless you.

Vijay Pandit November 8, 2019 at 2:53 PM Vivid sights and sounds of midnight in October..congrats Eve on your win in the contest.

Mystic Rose Rose November 7, 2019 at 4:43 PM I love the way you frame beauty, and your pantoum is a work of art, Congrats on your win dear Eve. xo

Sam Kauffman November 7, 2019 at 1:37 PM Congratulations Eva, Wonderful imagery that puts 88you right in the middle of the experience.

William Kelii Kekaula November 7, 2019 at 12:13 PM Enjoyed this wily piece you have written for your pantoum that is worthy for its high placement, thank you for entering my contest ~ Aloha always William Eve Roper November 7, 2019 at 2:12 PM thank you so very much for my placement, William , I am very honored to have placed. Hugs Eve

Chris Green October 4, 2019 at 10:52 AM This was fantastic Eve. You have created an eerie but wonderful vision with your words. I remember a house just like this when I was a kid. We would always ride our bikes on the opposite side of the road because we feared it was haunted.

Anne-Lise Andresen October 4, 2019 at 8:09 AM - An admirable poem, dear Eve :) - I wish you a lovely weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Arturo Michael October 4, 2019 at 5:23 AM And it groans and groans...there's magic here...I like it...

Caren Krutsinger October 4, 2019 at 2:23 AM A terrific pantoum, Eve. I like it ever so much! Beautiful as all of your poems always are.

Regina Mcintosh October 4, 2019 at 1:07 AM This is a wonderful pantoum form... I'm sure it's a winner. God bless you always :)