A PUMPKIN'S LIFE
Poetry by C.D. Reimer
Copyright 2011 C.D. Reimer
Smashwords Edition / February 2012
"A Pumpkin's Life" was first published in Perspectives Magazine (January 2010).
"A Writer's Fury," "At The Potter's House," "Before Winter Approaches,"
"Gone Swimming," "Mount Wilson" and "Spider Plant" were first appeared in Seventeen Syllables anthology (Soft Whispers / April 2010).
All the other poems in this collection are being published for the first time.
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About The Author:
C.D. Reimer lives and works in Silicon Valley. His interests are ceramics, painting, tropical fish, and web programming. These keep him out of trouble when he’s not fixing broken users and consoling hurt computers.
After serving two tours through The Twilight Zone as a child and a young adult Christian, he writes about everyday reality that he often finds weird, twisted and absurd for being so normal.
He’s currently working on various
short stories and his first novel, and blogs about writing
and everything
else when he's not busy playing video games
writing fiction.
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CONTENTS
A PUMPKIN’S LIFE
Dear Old Jack was cut young
from the vine, smaller than most
with a smooth orange face
and a craggy gray bottom.
Dear Old Jack was laid down
to rest on the cut straw,
waiting until the last day
to be taken home by someone.
Dear Old Jack was very happy
when a youngster picked him up
to carry him -- one-step, two-step
to an adoring Mom and Dad.
Dear Old Jack was faint hearted
when the sharp knife sliced him
open to pop his top,
young hands pulling out his seeds.
Dear Old Jack was whacked hard
from the wooden spoon that scoured
his insides all around until
he was clean as a whistle.
Dear Old Jack was looking good
with two round eyes to see,
a triangle nose to smell,
and a toothy mouth to smile.
Dear Old Jack was on fire
with a brightly-lit candle that night,
greeting the trick or treaters
who came knocking at the door
Dear Old Jack was soon retired
to the compost pile, decaying slowly
back into the mother earth
after pleasing so many children.
A WRITER’S FURY
Car horn from outside
made me hurl typewriter off
balcony. CRASH! Peace.