Sunday, September 27, 2015

Seeing Too Much - A Magpie Tale

photo credit: Gerrit Photography
Image offered by Tess for Sunday's Magpie Tale

Seeing Too Much

If only graves were
really graves and stones
would stop dead sighted eyes from
their gritty gray sweep

The ghost in the street
remembers having a house
to hold and people
who touched his proud soul.

Through the cold pane‎ his daughter
writes her lover as if
he cannot see her
exposed like xrays expose
the bones within flesh -
a skill of phantoms
everywhere whether they
want the skill or not -
and he does not want
to see her like this today.

September ‎27, ‎2015 4:20 PM

Written for Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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