Tom Arnone Poet Pantoum

Weekend Undercover

I knew it was a Saturday morning;
Yet, in the midst of dreams I slept.
Hands in the boiler room, warring;
Carpet guns fired as six legs crept.

Yet, in the midst of dreams I slept;
And, came that man with bulging eyes.
Carpet guns fired as six legs crept
Over a pulsing flesh with flies.

And, came that man with bulging eyes,
Who searched for his missing thing
Over a pulsing flesh with flies --
Who came to my bed to feel and wring.

Who searched for his missing thing?
I felt it flex -- the fingers cling.
Who came to my bed to feel and wring?
My voice it died; my throat did sting.

I felt it flex -- the fingers cling.
Hands in the boiler room, warring.
My voice it died; my throat did sting.
I knew it was a Saturday morning....

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Wilma Neels October 9, 2016 at 2:30 PM Not a good idea to read this poem on a Sunday evening Tom.. Enjoyed it though :) Tom Arnone October 9, 2016 at 4:52 PM Wilma! Thanks.... ;-)

Pashang Salehi September 24, 2016 at 1:57 AM Wow, I learned a lot from this style of poetry.... such a beautiful example... Tom Arnone September 24, 2016 at 10:06 AM Thank you, Pashang. The Ghazal and the Rubaiyat (Persian Quatrain) are also interesting styles. So many poetic forms -- so little time to write them.... :-)

Andrea Dietrich September 23, 2016 at 7:45 PM Just saw your note to me below. Good thing I come back to these poems sometimes!! Anyway, hope I can think up something for your contest. I really need to put my thinking cap on!!! Tom Arnone September 23, 2016 at 10:16 PM Please do, Andrea! Remember: more action and dialog than plodding exposition. Authentic, believable situations are the best.... ;-)

Phyllis Babcock September 23, 2016 at 4:23 PM Nice and creepy and just in time for Halloween. Nicely done. love phyl Tom Arnone September 23, 2016 at 5:58 PM Thank you, Phyllis.

Evangeline Novio September 18, 2016 at 1:41 AM Nice in its creepiness. Can sense those bulging eyes.... Tom Arnone September 18, 2016 at 3:08 PM So can I! Thanks, Evangeline.... :-)

Constance La France September 15, 2016 at 10:18 PM Tom, I would be lickety-split out of there! Excellent example of creepiness ~ Tom Arnone September 15, 2016 at 10:35 PM Well, we are approaching that All Hallows Eve when the veil between the living and the dead is partially lifted. You know, anything can happen.... ;-)

Andrea Dietrich September 15, 2016 at 9:34 PM My goodness. That was some good atmosphere of creepiness you created in this one, Tom. Is it for the Scare Me contest? Love your use of shorter sentences in pantoum form. It's not easy to write this form and you pulled it off! Tom Arnone September 15, 2016 at 10:29 PM I'm sponsoring the Scare Me Good contest -- and, I wanted to write an example poem. Loosely based on a real dream I had as a kid about a disembodied hand. Partly inspired by watching the 1946 thriller, The Beast with Five Fingers (with Peter Lorre -- the man with the bulging eyes).... :-)

Sandra Haight September 15, 2016 at 7:42 PM Yes...scary for sure, Tom! And such an eery, mysterious effect enhanced with the repetition in the Pantoum form. Well done! Sandra Tom Arnone September 15, 2016 at 8:16 PM Thanks, Sandra. Yes, repetition can be effective -- i.e. the stabbing scene from the original, Psycho. ;-)

Nette Onclaud September 15, 2016 at 5:12 PM you scare me; i don't like you, lol, tom... vicious, wicked, bewitching piece with a fantastic visual that dovetails with your greeat work..huggs Tom Arnone September 15, 2016 at 8:03 PM it is that time of the season, Nette. I do love a nice cut of pumpkin-head pie. Thanks! ;-)

Daver Austin September 14, 2016 at 3:22 PM Bed bugs, spiders and mice, oh my! Enjoyed, daver Tom Arnone September 14, 2016 at 3:54 PM Thank you, daver.