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Final Thoughts From A Dying Ghost

by Jersey D Gibson

Fading whispers and memories
the last wind upon your face
Something moving at the corner of your eye
I am there.

A hard-to-explain word or phrase
a sense of deja vu that leaves your stunned
a flashback that pretains to today
I was there.

A remembered song without any words
a nameless tune that won't leave your thoughts
an old friend whose face you swear your recognize
I'll be there.

A cliche used so appropriately
a noun that gets used so well
a funny joke that leaves you smile
I'll always be there.

01/13/2012

Posted on 01/13/2012
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by JJ Johnson on 01/13/12 at 04:10 PM

The title caught my eye as I just wrote a piece on death that mentions a ghost. This is pleasently haunting, from the ghost to someone left behind. A kind of goodbye, but as much a hello. Do ghosts die or just fade away? jj

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/13/12 at 09:18 PM

You can hear the voice fading out a little in that last stanza, and that's a great feeling to be hit with as one reads this. What a pleasure.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 01/14/12 at 02:56 AM

Sweet and haunting; a lovely piece.

Posted by LK Barrett on 01/14/12 at 01:47 PM

I really like the setting and the sentiment expressed here...please consider "you" for "your" in the second and third stanzas, "pertains" for "pretains" in the second stanza, "smiling" for "smile" in the last stanza...these small oversights mar an otherwise lovely poem for me...LK

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