dVerse Poets Poetics

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I really don’t think I’m haunted

A ghost certainly not wanted

Yes I’ve had lonely times

I hear the hands of a clock chime

My couch is empty, so is my bed

But evenings I no longer dread

It’s cloudy days and grayish morns

When harvest time the field adorns

It’s hard to rise without the sun

Something I count on when sleep is done

But a ghost? I think not for me

Unless it’s my love coming to me

And then how would I survive

When he returns and I’m still alive

A conundrum for the wise souls

Who know how fate is doled.

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Poetics: Haunted Harvest

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