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photo: Kelsey Hannah ( via magpie tales)


thoughts of you
drums in the distance
zebras climb 
& never arrive

memories
baked in sunlight
until bursting
& tender to touch

i am looking forward
to being yours
your one
& only ghost

© 2014-Rene


Comments

  1. Ah, gorgeous poetry. The longing coupled with free imagination creates a beautiful picture, indeed. :)

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  2. wonderful imagery- what a treat to read this this morning!

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  3. memories baked in sunlight has such a poignant feel....a beautiful poem with intense feeling...

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  4. That middle stanza is a cook's benison...

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  5. Love the thought of being someone else's ghost..

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  6. This is beautiful, and the photo is stunning. Love it!

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  7. I really like this piece!

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  8. I like this! The last line seals the deal!

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  9. the "ghost" aspect put it in the class of surreal; have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  10. Now that's the kind of ghost I wouldn't mind putting up with!

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  11. This has such an ethereal quality to it that really complements the ghost well.

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  12. Also I jump on the ghost wagon...
    (his?) one-and-only ghost.
    And Lordy, I can not only hear, but FEEL
    beating drums...in the distance, sounding
    closer with each phrase... NICE!

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  13. Like Bellerophona waiting , pregnant with anticipation, for Pegasus arrival ....

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  14. Mysterious! The photo is interesting too :)

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  15. Wonderful. This was haunting, as you probably intended. Excellent.

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  16. This is a lovely poem. I know the sound of those drums..

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  17. "I'm looking forward to being your one and only ghost". Love that image.

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  18. "Your one and only ghost."
    An interesting image, that.

    =)

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  19. Oh I really like the stripey zebra thing...nice...

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  20. This is so quiet and contemplative. I'm diggin' it.

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