This is one of my poems which was inspired by the movie and book, INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE.

THE VAMPIRE

She felt someone watching
as she combed her hair,
but looking in the mirror
saw only the reflection there
of her fading youth,
and the warm night air
gently caressing the curtains
as a summer's dance they share.

She felt like this just once before
that night as she danced across the floor,
and through the crowd saw his face
and the look that could not be erased.
His eyes were dark as starless skies
and as deep as a diamond mine.
She tried to look away
but the strength she could not find.
His stare held her like a stranglehold.
She felt warm with flush
then icy cold.
She was captive to his steady glance.
She forgot the hour and with whom she danced.
It mattered not the hour was late
for tonight she had danced with Fate.

Again she searched the mirror's view,
Fearful, but eager too.
She turned around and saw him there
with his knowing smile and flowing hair.
A pale prince in the candle's light.
And she would be his bride this night.
The blood pounded against her veins.
She cried out to know his bittersweet pain.
She surrendered at last to his embrace
and offered the wine he longed to taste.
Now the ceremony done,
their two hearts pulsate as one.

Enjoy your Halloween. Smiles, Sharon

Today is time for another of my poems. Hope you enjoy it. Smiles, Sharon

THE ROCKING CHAIR

They have moved my things.
The house is bare.
All that is left is my old chair.
My dear old friend throughout the years.
We've seen it all through smiles and tears.
In Winter's chill in blanket warm,
beside the fire, safe from harm
I rocked content to watch the flame
flicker in Love's eyes as he called my name.
I hear the echo of Irish lullabies
as they hushed our little babies' cries.
And I rocked smoothly to and fro
in this old rocker years ago.
In times past when trouble knocked
at our door, I sat and rocked
to think more clearly and answers find.
I rocked to give me peace of mind.
As the events in time the TV told,
I rocked and watched history unfold.
Through triumphs and tradegies
I rocked and drank my cup of tea.
And when the angels came to call
and death cast his shadow on the wall,
I left my friend just sitting there.
Alone it stands, my rocking chair.
Estate sale over. It all is sold.
Even my rocker, still strong but old.
I see a young woman big with child.
As her husband pays for it, I see her smile.
Good-bye old friend, you're in good hands
as another lifetime you begin to span.
Hold them close in your wooden arms.
May they feel safe in you from all Life's harms.

Some of your may have read this poem before. I copied it from a book in 1987. I googled the author's name and found that this poem is listed on several sites. I thought it was funny. I guess today you could think of your own favorite actor, but Paul Newman was a very special kind of guy!And there are lots of new and younger newsmen to feast our eyes upon. Enjoy! Smiles, Sharon

Dear Paul Newman ...

After all these years
it's over between you and me.
There's a younger man.
I get to see him five times a week
and he tries to bring me the world.
I worried a lot about your racing
in them fast cars, your beer drinking,
the fact that the color of your eyes
is fading a little with age....
Paul Baby, it was fun, and
I'll never forget your spaghetti sauce.
I just gotta move on.
I'm the same age as you, but in the dark
Peter Jennings will never notice.

--Marie Kennedy Robins

I am going to begin today with a thought for the day from Rod Mckuen, a very wise man. Then I will post another of my own poems. Hope you enjoy. Smiles, Sharon

A Thought for Today

The business of autumn is letting it lie where it falls. The business of man is picking up himself and every member of his family who stumbles in the yellow leaves. Rod Mckuen

LIKE THE LEAVES

You came into my Autumn
and colored my life
like the leaves.
You brought out the
bright yellow of my laughter,
and the dark red of my desire.
Now thoughts of you will linger
by my Winter's fire.
Seasons change and you are gone,
and already the rain seems
much colder without you.

As per request, I am going to blog one of my own poems today. I hope that you enjoy it. Smiles, Sharon

AUTUMN LEAVES

Your emotions, like the leaves,
are hanging by a thread.
A gust of wind may blow
and snap them from your head.
The colors start to change,
and so do you.
When you fly, know that I
stand by ready to gather
you up again...but not
to burn as others might,
but to cherish each turning thought
and press it between the
pages of the poetry of your life.