Halloween will soon be here.
Scary stuff will pop–appear.
There’s something spooky when a pop
Appears and doesn’t plan to stop.
I see a man lost in the park.
We monsters dance when it grows dark.
He looks OK. I’ll let him be.
It’s best if he does not see me.
He thinks this spot is so mundane.
His ears are plugged so why explain?
Tonight when cosmic lights turn on
His mundane world will–pop–be gone.
Text: I am linking this to dVerse Poetics. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of considering the monster’s perspective.
Photos: “Maple and Oak” taken at Somme Preserves. To make sure I have something mundane enough, there’s “Below the Road” at the bottom. I’m linking these to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “A Walk in the Park” and trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
Happy Halloween, Frank. Cute poem and, yes, two very different parks. I love the tall view of the trees. 🙂
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It was a very clear day today when I walked through that preserve taking photos into the light with the trees blocking the sun. Thank you, Diana!
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I love the perspective of the tree picture!
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It is my favorite of this set of three as well. Thank you!
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Very nice poem, Frank! I always like to take this view of the tree photos especially when the sun is above. Your “below the road” photo looks like a ghost road below the road. It doesn’t have a soul!
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Thank you, Miriam! I like how the sunlight brightens the leaves when I aim the phone almost directly into the sun with the sun shaded by a tree trunk. I usually avoid driving on these lower level roads because I don’t know where I am, but they are sometimes faster than the surface streets. They are kind of like ghost roads as you mentioned.
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I like this a lot for Halloween. I was just in Chicago for a brief visit with a friend. We ate and drank at Howells & Hood after walking around the Tribune building. He also gave me a driving tour before my flight home. I took a ton of photos, including one similar to the under the road. Perfect timing, Frank. It’s Monday, but you sent me right back to a good weekend.
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That plaza and the riverwalk nearby is one of the most beautiful spots in Chicago. I took these in late afternoon. I am glad you liked them and they brought back memories, Dan!
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The Riverwalk is the agenda if I visit my friend again.
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Goes to show the photographer can never underestimate an underpass – a marvel for the mundane
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People tend to ignore what’s around them, especially if they see it daily, even very beautiful scenes that tourists will go out of their way to see. The mundane is in the mind of the beholder. I’m glad you liked the underpass. It is an area even tourists would ignore. Thank you, Laura!
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Nice photos all round and a great poem to go with them.
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Thank you, Peter! Getting in the Halloween spirit.
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Wow, those trees are majestic, great shot.
Fabulous poem, too
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Thank you, Dale! I took the photo with the tree blocking the sun to brighten the yellow leaves. This is mostly an oak grove, but there are a few maples to add color in the fall.
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Gorgeous
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These are great shots, Frank! I’m feeling the Halloween vibe with the poem as well. Nice.
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Thank you, K’lee! I’m glad you liked them!
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A fun poem & sweet images too; hope to see a haibun of yours later, big guy.
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Thanks, Glenn! I got distracted and then kept reworking the haibun. I think it is ready now.
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Monsters can come from anywhere… love the mundane, but maybe terror lies in that underpass.
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Those underpasses are often avoided because they are dark but sometimes it’s the fastest way to where I want to go. Thanks, Bjorn!
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Evil is so simple. … it just goes “pop!”
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That’s why I don’t watch scary movies (unless they are comedies): too many monsters popping out of nowhere (or closets and basements). Thanks, Vivian!
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Same here. Raises my blood pressure! You’re welcome 😊
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The man with the ear buds may rue his affectation. This certainly seems to be a multi-faceted poem–works on three sites, pow.
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It works perhaps because they were generous and I was too lazy to make three posts. Thanks, Glenn!
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I hope the lost man isn’t totally lost when things go pop…
Love your tree pic!
Anna :o]
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He’s probably only lost from the monster’s perspective, but then we do seem to be lost when we see the world as mundane. I am glad you liked the tree picture. Thank you, Anna!
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I love the threat wrapped in playfulness in this poem. Also love the line about his ears being stuffed- with headphones maybe?- which gave it just that touch of reality to make the threat of the last line pop. Really nice, Frank!
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I hadn’t thought of headphones, but they would work, too. I was thinking of someone who would not listen to an alternative perspective because it sounds goofy as the monster’s perspective probably is. However, some perspectives we ignore may not be goofy. Thank you!
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I like this. And our mundane can “pop” and be gone so quickly!
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When I see the world as mundane I tell myself I’m not seeing it clearly and yet it does look mundane. I wish I could pop the mundane away. Thank you, Mary!
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Aw…let the mundane pop even for once. Happy Halloween Frank 🙂
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It is a blessing to see through the veil of the mundane. Thank you, Sumana!
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Fun lyrics for Halloween! Thanks! Love the photos, too!
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I am glad you enjoyed the lyrics and photos. Thank you, Frank!
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I like the poem, especially the last line. The photo of the tree just says autumn. Beautiful.
Pat
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Thank you, Pat! I like photos taken toward the sun in the forests. They bring out the autumn colors.
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Funny that the mundanity finds the man too mundane.
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The man should not be mundane either. We need to look at ourselves better as well. Thanks, Colin!
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I like the conversational rhythm of the poem.
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I try to make the meter sound like normal speech and yet not. Thank you, Barry!
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Streets Concrete
Golden Trees NoW
Sky-ScRaPinG Buildings
SKeYes thaT Never End…
Humans Shuffling
by
NaTuRE
FLYiNG..:)
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Human shuffle by and miss much of what is there but there is so much there one has to miss much of it. Thanks, Fred!
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Great there
Is more than
Enough
Never
Bored..:)
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The park and the poem, both are beautiful. The leading lines on the road is an interesting catch for MMC.
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Thank you! The lines seemed to hypnotize me.
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