ghost (and other half-known visions)
September 4, 2017 at 1:12 am Leave a comment
ghost
i had not thought
to meet your ghost so soon!
it seems we met
so recently…
but i have measured
days like falling sands,
and measured the universe
with a hand’s-span,
a thumb’s-width…
have journeyed lightyears
while sitting in an armchair, know
a host of characters
i’ve never met nor shall…
salt passages and seawinds:
swaying trees in summer breezes.
i was promised, variously, enlightenment, years ago:
i’ve never found it.
the meaning of your touch
disappeared with you.
…how odd to meet your ghost.
(‘:voices, from a room thought long empty’)
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This is one of those odd poems which are both quite real and unreal or perhaps surreal.
Entry filed under: methodology, poetry, voices. Tags: ghost, poetry from voices.
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