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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


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  1. Preeti S.April 6, 2014 at 9:45 AM

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

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  2. Laurel's QuillApril 6, 2014 at 10:51 AM

    Lovely. Melancholy almost.

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  3. Kathe W.April 6, 2014 at 11:18 AM

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

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  4. Sumana RoyApril 6, 2014 at 12:44 PM

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

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  5. UnknownApril 6, 2014 at 1:38 PM

    Lovely.

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  6. ZQApril 6, 2014 at 1:46 PM

    wonderful.
    ZQ

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  7. JinksyApril 6, 2014 at 2:34 PM

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

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  8. brudbergApril 6, 2014 at 3:01 PM

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

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  9. Sherry Blue SkyApril 6, 2014 at 3:25 PM

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

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  10. AnonymousApril 6, 2014 at 4:01 PM

    I really like this piece!

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  11. Belva Rae StaplesApril 6, 2014 at 4:28 PM

    I like this! The last line seals the deal!

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  12. Gillena CoxApril 6, 2014 at 4:54 PM

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

    much love...

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  13. HelenaApril 6, 2014 at 5:49 PM

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

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  14. C.C.April 6, 2014 at 8:10 PM

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

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  15. steveroniApril 6, 2014 at 11:29 PM

    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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  16. Silent Otto April 7, 2014 at 6:18 AM

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

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  17. KerridwenApril 7, 2014 at 6:44 AM

    Mysterious! The photo is interesting too :)

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  18. Buddah MoskowitzApril 7, 2014 at 2:28 PM

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

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  19. TruedessaApril 7, 2014 at 9:15 PM

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

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  20. LynetteApril 8, 2014 at 5:17 PM

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

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  21. 21 WitsApril 9, 2014 at 7:21 AM

    Oh no, to be a ghost!

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  22. Susan AndersonApril 10, 2014 at 11:41 AM

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

    =)

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  23. Tess KincaidApril 10, 2014 at 1:37 PM

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

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  24. SarahApril 10, 2014 at 10:16 PM

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

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  25. Indigo RothApril 14, 2014 at 11:38 AM

    This is gorgeous, Rene!

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  26. Vodka MomApril 19, 2014 at 9:25 PM

    You never ever disappoint......

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