Insubstantial Poem by Patti Masterman
Insubstantial
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When I'm a ghost, I'll be thin
As a period at the sentence end,
And thinner still; I'll have no form
But mostly be made up, of moan.
When I'm a ghost, my photo caught
By cam or camera, but seen naught;
Some slight disturbance of the air,
While most agree- there's nothing there.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: ghost
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5/18/2024 7:16:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
At the end of a sentence thoughts grow thin, likewise the mind, at the end of life. Amazing though, is it not, how at the end of both the soul soars, on and on.