spectral April 06, 2014 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 Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels Magpie Tales Poem poetry senryu Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments Preeti S.April 6, 2014 at 9:45 AMAh, gorgeous poetry. The longing coupled with free imagination creates a beautiful picture, indeed. :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyLaurel's QuillApril 6, 2014 at 10:51 AMLovely. Melancholy almost.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKathe W.April 6, 2014 at 11:18 AMwonderful imagery- what a treat to read this this morning!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySumana RoyApril 6, 2014 at 12:44 PMmemories baked in sunlight has such a poignant feel....a beautiful poem with intense feeling...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyUnknownApril 6, 2014 at 1:38 PMLovely.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyZQApril 6, 2014 at 1:46 PMwonderful.ZQReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJinksyApril 6, 2014 at 2:34 PMThat middle stanza is a cook's benison...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplybrudbergApril 6, 2014 at 3:01 PMLove the thought of being someone else's ghost.. ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySherry Blue SkyApril 6, 2014 at 3:25 PMThis is beautiful, and the photo is stunning. Love it!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnonymousApril 6, 2014 at 4:01 PMI really like this piece!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBelva Rae StaplesApril 6, 2014 at 4:28 PMI like this! The last line seals the deal!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyGillena CoxApril 6, 2014 at 4:54 PMthe "ghost" aspect put it in the class of surreal; have a nice Sundaymuch love...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyHelenaApril 6, 2014 at 5:49 PMNow that's the kind of ghost I wouldn't mind putting up with!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyC.C.April 6, 2014 at 8:10 PMThis has such an ethereal quality to it that really complements the ghost well.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplysteveroniApril 6, 2014 at 11:29 PMAlso I jump on the ghost wagon...(his?) one-and-only ghost.And Lordy, I can not only hear, but FEELbeating drums...in the distance, soundingcloser with each phrase... NICE!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySilent Otto April 7, 2014 at 6:18 AMLike Bellerophona waiting , pregnant with anticipation, for Pegasus arrival ....ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyKerridwenApril 7, 2014 at 6:44 AMMysterious! The photo is interesting too :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBuddah MoskowitzApril 7, 2014 at 2:28 PMWonderful. This was haunting, as you probably intended. Excellent.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTruedessaApril 7, 2014 at 9:15 PMThis is a lovely poem. I know the sound of those drums..ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyLynetteApril 8, 2014 at 5:17 PM"I'm looking forward to being your one and only ghost". Love that image. ReplyDeleteRepliesReply21 WitsApril 9, 2014 at 7:21 AMOh no, to be a ghost! ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySusan AndersonApril 10, 2014 at 11:41 AM"Your one and only ghost."An interesting image, that.=)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidApril 10, 2014 at 1:37 PMOh I really like the stripey zebra thing...nice...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySarahApril 10, 2014 at 10:16 PMThis is so quiet and contemplative. I'm diggin' it.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyIndigo RothApril 14, 2014 at 11:38 AMThis is gorgeous, Rene! ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyVodka MomApril 19, 2014 at 9:25 PMYou never ever disappoint......ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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Ah, gorgeous poetry. The longing coupled with free imagination creates a beautiful picture, indeed. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely. Melancholy almost.
ReplyDeletewonderful imagery- what a treat to read this this morning!
ReplyDeletememories baked in sunlight has such a poignant feel....a beautiful poem with intense feeling...
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeletewonderful.
ReplyDeleteZQ
That middle stanza is a cook's benison...
ReplyDeleteLove the thought of being someone else's ghost..
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, and the photo is stunning. Love it!
ReplyDeleteI really like this piece!
ReplyDeleteI like this! The last line seals the deal!
ReplyDeletethe "ghost" aspect put it in the class of surreal; have a nice Sunday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Now that's the kind of ghost I wouldn't mind putting up with!
ReplyDeleteThis has such an ethereal quality to it that really complements the ghost well.
ReplyDeleteAlso I jump on the ghost wagon...
ReplyDelete(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!
Like Bellerophona waiting , pregnant with anticipation, for Pegasus arrival ....
ReplyDeleteMysterious! The photo is interesting too :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful. This was haunting, as you probably intended. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely poem. I know the sound of those drums..
ReplyDelete"I'm looking forward to being your one and only ghost". Love that image.
ReplyDeleteOh no, to be a ghost!
ReplyDelete"Your one and only ghost."
ReplyDeleteAn interesting image, that.
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Oh I really like the stripey zebra thing...nice...
ReplyDeleteThis is so quiet and contemplative. I'm diggin' it.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Rene!
ReplyDeleteYou never ever disappoint......
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