The past is becoming more so everyday
the places I used to haunt
are hardly there at all
almost everything is gone.
A contest entry
- 22 Words by Mrs LadyEnthralling.
700 points, ended July 28, 2008, 16 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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Wonderful
Short, but very creative and well described. Thank you for sharing
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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...
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this too.
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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.
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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
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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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