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Ghost

The past is becoming more so everyday
the places I used to haunt
are hardly there at all
almost everything is gone.

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  • penman gold member
    May 24
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    Wonderful

    Short, but very creative and well described. Thank you for sharing


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    January 10

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    Yes..this is the nature and its defination..and in few words you have penned the universal truth of this life..well done my friend...

  • Cat gold member
    November 27, 2008
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    this too.


  • Peripatetic gold member
    October 26, 2008
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    Hmmm. What does a ghost do, being an immortal spirit stuck in a temporal plane? May one just pack up and leave when the neighborhood changes so much that the old haunts exist only in memory?
    This poem says in an original way that you can't really ever go back home again because whatever home was no longer is.


  • Lowell Poe
    October 25, 2008

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    We shall cease
    writing to the past
    when it finally passes.
    How the past passes
    so many times.
    I enjoyed this,
    Like a Yeats ghost story...
    Excellent!

    Peace,
    Lowell Poe


  • Mrs LadyEnthralling
    July 28, 2008

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    this was cool i enjoyed this good luck in the contest with all the other poet players

    mrs lady enthralling

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