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
aww, poor ghost. I like where your imagination took you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteSome ghostly thoughts spinning here.
ReplyDeleteI like the POV here.. the ghost, a father.. see but cannot touch
ReplyDeleteThe gritty gray sweep of dead eyes;;; Powerful.
ReplyDeleteNice write for Halloween coming!
ReplyDeleteYou've evoked quite a mood here!
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