Friday, March 13, 2009

Soundless

A LITTLE GHOST STORY FOR FRIDAY THE 13TH
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From: TWO GHOSTS/ poems
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSOUNDLESS
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Late in the afternoon as the sun swept
its final glow across the sky, I sat
in the kitchen with a blue lined pad
arranging my homework for tomorrow.
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No noise was heard of footsteps approaching.
Then suddenly my grandmother was at my side.
I gasped in surprise again,
and wondered
why she made no sound.
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Because, she said, that's how we were
in the village where I was a child.
People floated when they wished to
and I learned their natural ways.
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Not as high as the ceiling,
just inches
from the floor.
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I asked if they were ghosts.
She said no, not at all.
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Ghosts are able to do
so very much more.
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19 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful poem.

The night of the day we buried my grandmother, I felt her presence so strongly in the chair at my bedside. I was tweleve years old and will always remember her visit to me.

Anonymous said...

Willow-
Thank you so much.
I had a similar experience with presence when I was 7 and my grandfather passed away..except I didn't know it till my family got back from the hospital..that was when I first sort of knew who I was...so...

Unknown said...

Hi Lyn,

This is my kind of ghost story. Soft and gentle!

Jeane Myers said...

both my brother and my father visited after they passed away - they didn't speak, they were just present - the teapot in your picture? - my mom has one just like it except she has a different dress on...

Anonymous said...

Hi Derrick-
I will try not to be too scary, for my sake too! Thanks!


Jeane-
Isn't it amazing how many coincidenses we have? Everyone has a story! By the way, my bro lives over at 48th & Noriega, maybe he'll stop by and get something!!

Natalie said...

Excellent! Big smile. :D

Anonymous said...

Natalie-
So glad to see you- Thanks!

Anonymous said...

Splendid piece....very intriguing.

Anonymous said...

Clay-
Thank you very much...my Gran had so many crazy little tales!

Deedee said...

Very intriguing poem! I have seen that teapot before somewhere in person- maybe at a relative's house? Synchronicity. Oh yes, the title of my last post is from Cat Stevens. I have loved him and his music for 40 years. Thanks for your kindness :)

Anonymous said...

Deedee-
I found the little teapot to be a bit enigmatic..thanks for your comments.
Yes, Cat! I jumped up and down on my seat at a concert in Lincoln Center. Would do it again..love him too.
Small world...

Butternut Squash said...

I really liked the story. It was just right. The people that I have loved have always returned in the most natural ways.

Anonymous said...

Butternut...
Thank you..I feel the same way as you do..sometimes the energy is so strong!

MuseSwings said...

Wonderful poem! Perfect for the day

I have an award for you on today's post - stop by!

Anonymous said...

Muse...
Thank you so much..spooky little thing!


Can't wait to check it out!!

A Cuban In London said...

That poem is so lovely and enchanting. Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Anonymous said...

A Cuban in London-
And thanks so much to you....There were many "stories", some a little scarier!!

Raph G. Neckmann said...

This is wonderful, Lyn! Really love it, and the teapot is beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Raph-
You are more than kind..thank you..Funny how some things just stay in the mind...

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