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Something.
The day falls uneasy across my way
there is an edge in it, A fearing,
a disquiet. The air soft, gentle:
no more than a sigh.
Yet still I feel something
circling, following...
Waiting.
The day falls uneasy across my way
there is an edge in it, A fearing,
a disquiet. The air soft, gentle:
no more than a sigh.
Yet still I feel something
circling, following...
Waiting.
Fantastic! You compressed so
Fantastic! You compressed so much atmosphere and some real chills into this cleverly subtle work of art. The ordinary transformed into the extraordinary: the unearthly. Truly brilliant.
Thank you. I think it was
Thank you. I think it was either something from the past or something that will come from the future which somehow had overlapped into the present. I think time is fluid and I often sense this sort of thing for some reason. sue.
I think this experience is
I think this experience is universal to many Poets. Over two thousand years ago, and several decades before the advent of Christ, the Roman poet Vergil predicted the coming of a child that would be both divine and human; yet Vergil apparently had no knowledge of Hebrew prophecy. This gift of discernment is part and parcel of being a Poet.
Starward
I'm sure you are right, I've
I'm sure you are right, I've always thought poets have an insight into other realms, whether they realize it or not.
personally I think the past and present flow constantly back and forth and at times overlap, which is perhaps when we 'see ghosts'. Sounds weird written down though. Many thank for reading and commenting,I appreciate it. sue.
With respect, I disagree that
With respect, I disagree that it sounds weird when written down. I think you have stated it very well. I think you have stated it so well that you should take a screenshot and file it on your computer, because that kind of statement can bloom into poems in the future. Your description of the past and present flowing back and forth into each other reminds me of what little I know about electrical circuits---which may be an apt metaphor for that process.
Starward
Very nice, easy to feel the
Very nice, easy to feel the tension, I've been there a time or two myself. booga booga! lol
Thank you Wordman, glad you
Thank you Wordman, glad you have felt it too. I wonder if it's because poetry writers seem to be more in touch with our senses
and we pick up on things others miss.
The delicate balanced
The delicate balanced contrast of air soft and gentle gives the fear you feel such intensity.. a brilliant ghost poem!
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Thank you, and thank you too
Thank you, and thank you too for reading it. Ghosts as such seem to be attracted to my family. But that feeling was most unpleasant. I have walked there since but thankfully not felt it again. sue.