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GHOST OF ME
Shadows and far away memories
Familiar scents barely memorable
Faded melodies...
Like a juicy rumour whispered to a total stranger
I try,but I remember (her)not.
"Brilliant writer!"Fire of insight they call me.
They say my poems held grit to inspire,entertain,enlighten...
yet I doubt the possiblity of such finess being mine
For such a voice I bear no recognition of possession.
Ode to the ghost of me.
Familiar scents barely memorable
Faded melodies...
Like a juicy rumour whispered to a total stranger
I try,but I remember (her)not.
"Brilliant writer!"Fire of insight they call me.
They say my poems held grit to inspire,entertain,enlighten...
yet I doubt the possiblity of such finess being mine
For such a voice I bear no recognition of possession.
Ode to the ghost of me.
Published 25th Jun 2017
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26th Jun 2017 9:40am
excellent. somewhere, that ghost;
the poet of us wanders,
if it is far away, if it is close...
the poet of us wanders,
if it is far away, if it is close...
10th Aug 2017 4:03pm
12th Jul 2017 3:22pm
love this! it made me think and feel and wonder...everything a great poem should do.
10th Aug 2017 4:04pm
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10th Aug 2017 4:05pm
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13th Aug 2017 4:08pm
15th Aug 2017 9:04pm
I can so definitely relate to this piece..... I feel like all I have are memories or how my pen scribbled across pages and touched so many, now I search and search but what I feel can't truly be described so I am left wondering what happened to that part of me, that girl.... Ghost of me.... Loving this one..
~BSavvy
~BSavvy
16th Aug 2017 12:43pm
