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ghost
by Emily G Myersi found his ghost yesterday
sleeping under the bridge of a song
forgotten in the room downstairs
and the pillow on my bed
in a roll of film i hadn't developed
in the way a man on the street said hello
i found his ghost yesterday
and i don't know how to set him free 12/01/2003 Author's Note: I thought about him yesterday. and it hurt. ghosts still have power. even when those people (or relationships) have died, they can still hang around in songs and smells and words. and they do. this poem is shorter than most of the others I write, but sometimes that's just how they come. like a breath you take, or a sip of coffee. and then it's over.
Posted on 12/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 12/01/03 at 10:00 PM this poem struck a nerve with me. i can totally relate. your flow is awesome. excellent work. |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 12/09/03 at 08:50 PM this is incredible. short is perfect, especially for this topic. you manage to pack a whole lot of emotion and meaning into very few words and that my friend, is powerful. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/12/03 at 04:05 AM the length was perfect and fitting... those ghosts never leave... embrace them... blessings... |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 12/12/03 at 05:07 AM A beautiful expression..I can so relate to the smallest things that can make ghosts appear. They seem to always be there but get a little easier to live with as time goes by |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/06/05 at 05:31 AM Excellent Emily: Some things are etched and can't
be erased...Charlie |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 04/04/05 at 01:45 PM wow, hits home extra hard for me right now. excellent poem. |
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