In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks


Friday, October 8, 2010

Poetry: Ghostly Eyes

Waking up always
Same time on the clock
Walk through my house
Lines on an unchanging track

I see you
A solid mass
Your feet touch the ground
grasp the earth

My specter form floats by
Unperceived by the blind
Ignored by the angry
Forgotten by the busy

I remember what living was like

I see you all
From my ghostly eyes
Orbs of mist
And compromise

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