Shadorma 228
Spiraled vine
wraps the slender trunk
of oak or
sassafras
or maple sapling in curls
of poison ivy.
8/2/19
Tanka 142
Never sensed a ghost
before today and maybe
never will again
but today I can hardly
make my way among the crowd
8/21/19
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Oh, I especially love Tanka 142!! Beautiful!
Thank you!
I like 142, too. It’s mysterious, or chilling perhaps.
Thank you. I believe ghosts are always with us, wakling by our side – the past, memories, or maybe even premonitions (sp). Not the kind that go “wooooo!” but this kind. And then, I don’t discount the presence of the ones going “woooo!” either…
I totally agree with you!
And we’ve probably already discussed houses that hold memories, feelings, or whatever it is.
I love the way the structure of that first poem mimics the twisting, spiraling vine. The second poem makes me think of some experiences I have had that have made me rethink my lack of belief in ghosts.
I believe in ghosts, either the figurative kind, like ghosts of memories and so on, and then there are real ghosts. I do think they are around but I don’t seem to be receptive to their presence. At least not that I know…