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Tag Archives: ghost poems
GhostWriters
… Crack free your hands. Check pen. Know spill, and spin. Begin. …
A Stolen Sun Dying on a Distant Shore
When the day’s given its fill, …..I am still. Lying here, an untied moor …..searching for some remnant of the coast. …..Your ghost haunts these shifting sands the most. With salty sighs, I realize ……….I am still searching for your … Continue reading
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Tagged coast poems, ghost poems, ovillejo, poetic asides poems, salty sighs
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star sisters
play online magnetic poetry here.
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Tagged dance, ghost poems, magic, magnet poetry, poetical magnetism, Shawna, sky songs, stars
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Seventeen Years Later
. Too much remains. The stench of frying onions. Vivaldi. Flannel, silk and the bite of steel. The ghost smoke of his pipe, rising in a whisp -ered song. Apocalyptic rain. . PAD, day 27.
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Tagged April PAD 2015, ghost poems, poeming, Poetic Asides, Poetry, rain poems
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To Whom, Stones
… We are empty veins, ghost and granite names, tabled flesh; weight of fear and howl circled through wrought iron tears. .. Wordled.