lately I have been
preoccupied with ghosts –
with the dust that
follows me from old roads
without wind, three pines
lean hard on a sister and groan –
the sound finds me
even after they fall
© Sarah Whiteley
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I love that line about the dust – maybe because I live on a dirt road!
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I enjoyed reading this. I rested in silence a while.This arrived:
WHILE RAMBLING
An awkward pause and hangs
Littering an otherwise tidy saunter
A moveless tension, a muted shudder
A waltz, a tango beyond sight or sound
Flowery meadow once dappled glades
Enfolding the as yet unimaginables
A fresh breeze stirs the stillness
Pops the wig bubble and I walk on
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Wonderful! Always a pleasure if something I write inspires another piece. 🙂 Thanks for sharing it with me!
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My pleasure, Sarah. 🙂
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So beautifully succinct yet says so much. I can hear the sound of the three fallen trees (in the photo) – and the silence. ❤️
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Sounds like a sense of the approach of winter, which is a difficult feeling to experience. Hugs.
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Loved this
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Perfect , simply perfect, Sarah! I love your poem.
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Thank you, Francina! ❤
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