Para-Poetic

by Maple Tree   Apr 11, 2017


Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor,
and the mind has no place to go.

Ink stains invite invisible tears
to dance with shadows while owls
spiritually guide a lost soul.

My seance begins in riddles
designed to lure the reader,
but a ghost knows when.....

the haunting is real.

I became an orb of light
upon the night of my first
poems birth.

Chain rattling memories;
verse by verse.

Oh the skeleton cries
as the final word is displayed;

reliving my past within poetry
allows me to haunt the killer
that made me become a writer
In the first place....

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  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I do hope this wins this week. It deserves to, but either way, it's a wonderful work.

    All the best as ever, Andrea.

    Ben

  • 7 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Mixing incantation with poetry, only Andrea could do. Come to think of it, there are so much similarities between these two, specially in the mind of a talent like you.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, this is amazing! Love, love, love it. The whole concept behind haunting the one who has caused this pain, I have a few of those I would like to do that to. Fabulous!

  • 7 years ago

    by Liz

    I never know what to comment on your work. Please make a book and publish it!? Lol

    • 7 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Ha! Gigggggles...Thank you!
      I've been told that before! Lovely compliment, thank you

  • 7 years ago

    by Phil

    WOW

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