I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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4 June 2017

'My Heart is a Ghost Town'

the man sings, lamenting
love lost, a lover gone

and I think, never mind my heart, 
my head's where the ghosts reside

of lovers gone – never lost –
the talkative ghosts

who haunt my old age
pleasantly

as we reminisce, and finally 
resolve our stone-cold issues ...

good to have a yarn
for old times' sake.


Written for Flash 55 – PLUS! 3 June 2017 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
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14 comments:

  1. Linda Stevenson4 June 2017 at 12:45

    Nice

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky4 June 2017 at 13:38

    I love your friendly ghosts!

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  3. brudberg4 June 2017 at 16:17

    A comforting place... maybe it's escape to be with ghosts.

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi4 June 2017 at 18:49

    I love the idea of friendly ghosts and a means to escape ❤️

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  5. Kerry O'Connor4 June 2017 at 19:54

    This provides the counter argument very well - our loves never leave our thoughts.

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  6. Anonymous4 June 2017 at 20:44

    Agreed, ghosts are like cats, they don't become teen-agers or lovers with more difficulty. They're settled with their stones, leaving us to carry on the conversation by ourselves. Poetry is that town.

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  7. Angie4 June 2017 at 23:34

    Wonderful, these conversations never end

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  8. Anonymous5 June 2017 at 09:08

    Oh yes, a ghost town could be filled with pleasant remember whens. You are so positive.

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  9. Jim5 June 2017 at 14:37

    Nice poem, Rosemary. I can just see them sitting around, "should I or should I not join in?" Neither of us have forgiven. Also the others, not real big time lovers, it would be nice to see them again. I was naïve back then. They were too.
    ..

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  10. Sreeja5 June 2017 at 23:14

    this is lovely...!

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  11. grapeling7 June 2017 at 02:34

    so true ~

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  12. Magaly Guerrero7 June 2017 at 03:37

    The thought of being haunted pleasantly brings so many smiles to my heart... :-)

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  13. Margaret23 June 2017 at 14:10

    always on our mind - those long ago loves... :)

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  14. The Bizza25 June 2017 at 10:36

    Beautiful and poignant. Brings a sweet visual to being visited by ghosts of past loves.

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