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The Ghost of Me

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Here in myself I find me lost
As I fragment inside the core 
These tiny scatterings of shell
Are spilling out onto the floor

I do believe I’m breaking up
This I was sure I’d never do
My channel’s unidentified
No frequency is getting through

For this day brings me no agenda 
With lack of speech and empty head
All conversations disengaged 
A loss of life the soul has bled

I am autumnal to the touch
With much abandonment of thought
I lack direction or result
With zero reading in the eyes

Right now I’m found unoccupied 
While in the undercurrent laid
There’s no reaction to the world
I am departed from the day

As my reflection seems to fade
There’s little of me here to see
I’m much less obvious than before
Today I am the ghost of me 

◄ Read my Mind....

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 7th Dec 2009 07:27

I love this too, so haunting! "I am departed from the day". Wonderful and sad.

<Deleted User> (4744)

Wed 21st May 2008 16:18

I find no amusement in this piece.. I find it a cry for help from someone turning inwards and fading out of the surrounding world. It's an evokative piece and I'm enjoying my foray through your blog submissions.

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Philip Golding

Thu 8th May 2008 01:58

Your poem had me hooked from the first verse. Each word fired inspiration into my mind and gave echo's of me.

Thank you for this poem and your kind words on my poem

<Deleted User> (4597)

Mon 21st Apr 2008 08:15

Nicely done.

And thanks for you comments on mine.

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Sun 20th Apr 2008 22:44

Hello, Alison

I found your poem amusing, very well written with fabulous flow. Easy to follow and clear picture that can be painted out of this write. You are an excellent writer and a poet. Believe there are times in life that I was like that too.

GREAT POETRY!

Thank you,
Zuzanna

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clarissa mckone

Sun 20th Apr 2008 04:53

HI Alison,
Very nice poem.

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David Franks

Sat 19th Apr 2008 17:20

I agree with, Pete - canny use of verse, photography/light.

Pete Crompton

Sat 19th Apr 2008 14:52

'I am autumnal to the touch'

great line.

I like the draining coldness of this poem.
The ghost white of the image adds to the howling hollow of the image you paint.

I must write an antithesis for this

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