Day 29 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
A quatrain, from a Poetizer prompt.
Ghost parade
Ghost parade in the night Seeking souls with which to unite On the streets, marching through Trying to find a host to use
Featured poem
A poem by another poetry vet, Robert Frost. A terza rima.
Acquainted with the Night
by Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right I have been one acquainted with the night.