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POETRY
Ghosts
There are ghosts on my tongue
the hauntings of words
misspoken
unsaid
or wished-unsaid
drifting in the breath of regret
They play with the ghosts in my throat
a crying lump I have to work around
or work to keep together
so they don’t fly out
all tongue-biting let loose
There are ghosts in my eyes
cavorting around my optic nerves
and creeping into my dreams
where they dance with my heart ghosts
the flutterings of
near misses and second chances
My arms are full of ghosts
I long to hold again
hugging the hole they left behind
bemoaning the ache of absence
All my feet can do is
walk up on the good earth
and hope to meet them again someday
Happy Halloween!
This poem was inspired by a poem in a book I’ve loved for as long as I can…
