
“Abstract Ghost #2” by Nancy Merkle
I used to believe
old photos
held ghosts
was I a fool
or have I
become one
“Abstract Ghost #2” by Nancy Merkle
I used to believe
old photos
held ghosts
was I a fool
or have I
become one
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Not a ghost, I fear, but merely a shadow . . .
Blessings . . .
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no doubt
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🙂
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cheers
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That’s one for the philosophers of old to ponder upon. Brilliant.
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cheers
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Ghosts and shadows, they seem so real.
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they’re not?
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I think they are, but the jury’s still out.
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I actually found this brief poetic moment so appealing. I am an amature genealogist, digging through familial bones for juicy pickings and old pictures are especially fascinating for me. I wonder what people will think of my idiot face on whatever medium it may occur – years from now.
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while the photos are not mine, I, too, spent many years doing genealogy
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Reblogged this on Omacherie's Write Inn.
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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memory, the DNA of the heart, not ghosts
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love that thought
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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The Native Americans believe that a picture captures a piece of the soul of the person. Very good poem!
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they have much wisdom
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This gave me a chill up and down my arms. I think we’ve all become ghosts of our yesteryears. Lovely Paul – wonderful in fact!
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a poet can receive no greater compliment
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Lovely poem, so many old photos have been lost in the past. Maybe now with new technology all of these unknown faces will be preserved.
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I think you’re correct – we have certainly preserve ours electronically
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Beautiful pictures can be haunting!
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they can, indeed
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Reblogged this on Kyanna Kitt and commented:
This is such a beautiful piece. I love this man’s poetry. ❤
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers – and for your very kind compliment
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