This poem resembles a: This poem resembles a conversation, or parts of a conversation, overheard across a distance---like a busy restaurant floor, a cashier lane in a department store, or the subway's middle car at rush hour. But, whatever it may represent, I like it very much, and was very impressed as I read it.
The conversational tone of: The conversational tone of yours words cleverly dangles, but does not disclose, a huge backstory behind the incidents you are describing. I read this in between viewing segments of the film that I consider the greatest and most poetic ghost story every committed to celluloid---so I was well prepared and, yet paradoxically, not at all prepared for this very effective tale to work its process.
Thank you, and thank you too: Thank you, and thank you too for reading it. Ghosts as such seem to be attracted to my family. But that feeling was most unpleasant. I have walked there since but thankfully not felt it again. sue.
Cherish all the little things: Cherish all the little things
Hear the lark, hear how he sings
Or the sound of children laughiing
Or the sound of children laughing
Something's wrong, I just know it
Even obvious to me, you show it
Love is why I'm here today
I'm listening, you'd like to say
'Fuck this life! I want to die!'
Enlightenment. Give it a try
Thanks Bard,
I haven't been: Thanks Bard,
I haven't been sick like this since getting Covid a few years back. I'm glad to be feeling much better today and finally back to work, but I'm still a wee bit under the weather! Fortunately, this should be near it's end.
Get well brother, that's no: Get well brother, that's no ride in the park. Had something similar for years getting fevers in the afternoon, congestion and irritable throat tract, epipharyngitis it was. No fun. Prayers and thoughts of well being your way.
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