The Ghostwriter

Layla, I just finished reading this, your 9th, over at the comp.  I feel I must now allow some time of silence, but not with head bowed over the page.  No indeed.  The silence may be extended undefinitely, interminably... I have the balance of your 9 to reacquaint myself with till I return here, and repeat the hajj all over again...


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I think that silence is something we all need to do as part of the cycle in order to rejuvinate in appreciation.  And I deeply appreciate your comment, listings and the beauty of your words, an extension of your soul. Thank you so much for liking and enjoying this journey of letters.

Great write

Thank you Simpleton, i'm having loads of fun writing lately and so glad you're enjoying it too.

beautiful Layla your ability to your express yourself
tells me you are a true beauty
there is a reality in that..

no your hands may not be demure
but your expressions are..

delicate notes of artistic expression
you have captivated us all..

I will hang on to the purity
of artistic thought that is real in all this..

love Brenda

I'm pretty sure you will agree when i say as we write it feels like out of body experience because i've seen your poetry and the range you tackle is quite vast.
That's basically the approach i took with this poem,  thinking in abstract way, in 2 dimensions and the wonderful feedbacks on this are gratifying and rewarding, thank you so much for your generosity Crimsin.

You always leave me in such awe, this is amazing with it's expressions, simply amazing. Your talent is immense and breathtaking, truly it is.







~anonshadow

Thank you Pariah Shadow, I just applied reverse psychology with this poem, without wanting it to sound some riddle or conundrum.  It feels great to see your comments on my work, much appreciation :)

This is amazing. I'd give my hand to the guillotine to be able to articulate so succinctly, but with such emotive force.

I peeked on your work Mister Trouble and i must say its very impressive.  I will devote some time little later on to read thoroughly.   Glad you liked this poem, my humble thanks for your wonderful comment.

Excellent flow and structure. Some see the world with a unique vision and that is what I get here from you.

Good observation Tim, i think that there's romance in words that sweep us in such ways that feeds the imagination, but then again...which came first?  imagination or the words.

Either way, the writer's world is always fruitful and i'm enjoying plucking the fruits one tree at a time.

Wow you are a true wordsmith dear lady Layla.
Wow I lost my shit reading this what I can only believe a true testimony to your own reflections.Absolutely stunning, I am gobsmacked!!!!
Loved this deeply ❤️
Write on Layla!
RL
Zazzles ❤️

Zazzles you're too kind and at the moment you are the queen of fiction having read your mystery tales, giving me more of a reason to login to this site.
thank you so much for liking my take of a fictional truth, i'm having fun with all the creative writing exercises lately and good to see all the wonderful feedback :)

What an absolutely wonderful write, Layla.

I've needed composure to comment on it.

The opening...

"Every single letter
I’ve written to you is a fabrication."

An utterly human, confession that hit me hard in the thinking. Fact is every single thing I've ever written was fictional and when I think about it, poetry is just that... Short fiction. We sometimes (me particularly) believe it's real. It never was / is.

Masterful writing from the opening.

To answer your questions in that same stanza. I do believe! I do! The reason is purely I've read it. I was unsure if this was a confession then realized how ridiculous, the profile wrote it. I don't know who it is behind the writing ot avatar but that person is completely capable.

If it's any consolation... I sat up for days turning nights in the silence between writes also... Each letter that dropped filled me, with so much excitement I could hardly contain self.

Your final fabrication landed bumpy and I've sat in consideration of it... Toying with if the fabrication is the refusal to remember this or that we are strangers, whether I actually know you but am blissfully unawares...

Everyone within a 10km radius is sick of me dresseed like a FBI black suit checking identities, so I went with the former.

Truth is... It is not fabricated, that this DU experience will remain as one of my most favourite filling memories alongside; Missy, Jesta, Deathproof, Ray Heinricht, Levi, Eamon, and Jack Heslop. I'll remember theses eight memories forever.

Thank you! Just Thank you.

It's all your fault AL :)
what can i say, you are setting the bar higher and higher with each piece that i have no choice but meet at my best in writing something equally complimentary.
Once in a while the muse comes out of nowhere like whirlwind and shows that we are capable of creating amazing works of art and I will always be proud of these series of 'letters' because in all honesty i would've never done it if it wasn't your encouragement.  Long after the comp ends I will remember the months of June/july as one of the most exciting writing period ever...and truth to be told, this confession is no fabrication.
Thank you!

I'm quite humbled by your gesture and compliment Mister Existence.  It's always wonderful to see responses from friends and peers which is encouraging to see from all of us to nurture this craft that we all have in common.
Thank you so much!

Wow very poetic freeverse eloquent and sarcastic way u write and express. Fine way u muse indeed. Kudos.


Hi I'm quite a newbie, but have been writting  and interacting for ages. Pleez do write your thoughts/comments under my newest poem titled, "play it on your lips", I like meeting poem pals and poems.

Best poem I have read all year...on the first reading I was completely awestruck...each word is crafted superbly Layla...BRAVO!!!
Cheers...Harry

Incredible, penetrating depth. Gorgeous, revelatory metaphor, unfolds effortlessly in the mind's eye. Awe inspiring.

"I shook the book upside down
not a single petal fell to the ground
from a sky that is perfectly blue
and a sea reflecting its mood
perspicacious yet abstruse
conspiracy."

you tripped into mystic writing while cleaning the ghosts

captivating writing pulls you forward in your chair
I have yet to sit back

as we can occasionally tap the inner well which springs our only truth... it is often best described in a fabrication

bravo dear poet
Jeff