Raising a Ghost

in #poetry5 years ago



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Bliss took a day
To search for God


Me?
I went looking
For your ghost.

Drove past old streets
We used to walk

Wooden verandahs
Where we used to talk.

Everything was narrow
And confined

Not open
like our moonlit skies

Where the fall spoke
in drowsy tones

Revisionist poems
In old beater cars

Sipping coffee
Becoming morose

Maybe just becoming—
Who knows?


The years took their toll;
You flew to the coast

Where it rained
Every day.

We vowed
We’d never grow old

Complacent

But I lied…
That was another pose

And now
Here I am seeking you.

I'm soaked to the skin,

And yeah, I lied again...

I visited the coast.



© 2019, John J Geddes. All rights reserved



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