Treasure Island

Robert Sheridan


Poems of Robert Sheridan

181. Ten Years After 8/8/2008
182. The Boston Tea Party 2/1/2008
183. The Dark Side of the Backyard 4/29/2008
184. The Dust Bunnies Hour 5/2/2008
185. The Flying Dutchman 9/15/2008
186. The French & Indian Oar 5/21/2008
187. The Gauntlet, Again 10/8/2008
188. The Jersey Shore Shark Attacks 2/1/2008
189. The Luck of the Irish 5/2/2008
190. The Mighty Thumb 9/2/2008
191. The Milky Way 1/31/2008
192. The Morn 1/31/2008
193. The Night 2/8/2008
194. The 'Pen' is Mightier Than the Thwart 8/14/2008
195. The Poetry Man 2/17/2008
196. The Ravin’ Lunatic 2/1/2008
197. The Rough Riders 4/30/2008
198. Third Rail 8/27/2008
199. Tin Lizzie 2/14/2008
200. Touchable 6/13/2008

Ghost

At first, a slight faint or trace
Then a displaced Civil War image
Reflected in a gold-framed mirror
Her body, not her soul, now nonexistent.

She moved from room to room noiselessly
No cold drafts, no sounds of footsteps
Glided along in her silken white dress
As to her beauty, I couldn’t help but notice

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