ghoulish forms
rise from the swamp
at dusk
on halloween,
and they are not
alive nor dead–
but somewhere
in between.
they blindly grasp
at living things
to be
absorbed into,
and hopefully,
those living things
will not be
me or you.
–photo by me
the veil thins tonight
michaeljordahl 
Wonderful Poem.
Happy 🎃👻 Halloween
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Thank you, Willie, you have a good one too!
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Thank you 👍🏻🤗
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Delightfully spooky poem and pic Michael. Ya, I ask the Angels to take these mischievous folks into Heaven’s Light all the time whenever the Veil thins. Happy Hallowed Evening! 🎃
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Same to you, Shelley! I remember how important All Hallows Eve was to Jody, as she was Wiccan
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I am not a poetry fan but this one captured my attention! Well written in a spooky way!
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Thank you very much!
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Blew the photograph up to study it. It’s really creepy… My imagination is seeing all kind of things! Is it brush and roots? I even see a woman laying down with a bat hovering over her! I have a crazy imagination! Happy day!
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The photo and poem are chillingly cool!
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Thank you, Tom!
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