There is a dark that reigns,
as I write by candlelight
while the wind rages on
waking the restless dead.
Ghosts creep from wintry beds
disrupting their hoary frost
with moans that rattle shutters free
and echo in my head.
Author notes
Ok, it was really my cellphone light, but make believe it was candlelight that I wrote by. 
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Yeah, you've got to watch those ghostly figures that creep around at night. Haha I like the way the cell phone light has replaced the candle, that's progress for you and safer too.
Great poem Yem
Love Joan
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It seems there be some shadows
nearby this somber note
perhaps a noisome rattle
or restless autumn, woke
And were it me, I'd shutter tight
the sash and window casings
or be all night a pacing fool
with ghosts behind me chasing....
blah...lol well I tried..
Happy New Year!!
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I like your poem. But I like rhyming poetry, well, I like all forms actually. But odd I like rhyming poems since I like prose best and that doesn't rhyme...well on a couple occasions I made it rhyme but we aren't discussing bizarre monstrosities.
Ah the ghosts are only in my head but then again you already knew that!
Happy New Year to you too! Hope you are well. I am.
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Humorous side...
I have a strange fascination with workable shutters...mine are slap-ons. I'm a bit envious of the inspiring echoes of real ones. Alas, I must go on...
Serious side...
Silver cellphone light versus golden candle light - both hold a mystical metalic glow. Either one supports your scene nicely.
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Pixie! Sorry, that name just cries out for shouts!
My shutters are screwed on. They won't come off, I did it myself and I'm a very good carpenter.
Originally I had moonlight but that might send me down a path with a friend I would rather not go down.
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Screwed on shutters call for a certain seriousness I guess. If the screws were loose or missing a different tone would be set...like the moonlight
My brother has workable shutters on his circa 1920's New England home. He shakes his head when I ask if I can close them. He thinks I need a screwdriver or have had too many. -
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Another cool comment on this poem. You folk are witty tonight. Shutters make for quality banter I guess. I shall write more poems about them...maybe one about shutters on a high school.
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I can be witty at times but I tend to keep it confined to the flamingo pen.
I think you should defintely write more about shutters...maybe on a recycled high school.
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The flamingos you found that MC2000 put on my page were cute. I need to add one to my page. I go through phases: Monkeys, penguins, cows, moose, right now it is flamingos.
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MC2000 is responsible for sparking my flamingomania which I believe was started by you in the first place...full circle if three constitutes one.
Glad you liked the dancing flock.
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Wonderful and creepy and inspires me deeply. I might write a poem about a dead boy. 
I might. 
And I have the advantage of full electric power.
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Thank you melodies and that's a wicked funny comment! So good I think I'll change your name to mine and claim I wrote it!
Dead boy
under the sink
dead boy
starts to stink
There, I'm just getting you started.
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oooh. nice. don't tell people it was your cell phone! it ruins the magic. lol.
I really liked this one. great new year's poem.
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Let that light ...
shine and may you see that all that exists is your perception. I like your serious-minded poetry!
May you find comfort as each minute winds off the clock ... and know that Spring is just around the next bend or so!
jy
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Thank you, that is good because serious is all I can write right now, though I dd write a funny little story last night that I kinda liked...just to kill time...which seemed interminable last night, time I mean. About three hours of sleep total for the last two days. Pass me the de-caf...and some aspirin, headache.
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Oh, the author note!!!
First, i picture this well-read author,
writing as his counterparts by flickering flame,
feeking the presence of ghosts, perhaps
the same as those who haunted writers
of centuries past. The past seemed the present.
And then! The cell phone light!
Lincoln may have strained his eyes
doing his lessons by firelight,
but we have our own devices
to enlighten our words.
New Years pun.
A strong mood of past and present
captured in this memorable piece, Yem.
M-C
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And now I am off to wage war with the wind and cold (strong and frigid respectively) to buy groceries. I should buy veggies but I feel like something fatty.
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Veggies AND fatty---make soup!
Take care!
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