Robert Sheridan


Robert Sheridan Poems

201. Burning the Candle at Both Ends 8/16/2008
202. Brooklyn 5/29/2008
203. Boxer Rebellion 2/8/2008
204. Boomslang Snake 8/12/2008
205. Blindsided 9/23/2008
206. Bilge Water 8/19/2008
207. Beyond the See 1/31/2008
208. Bette Davis 6/14/2008
209. Begin the Waste-Treatment 2/13/2008
210. Battle of the Herrings 2/12/2008
211. Battered 6/4/2008
212. Bareknuckle 6/12/2008
213. Banshee 8/13/2008
214. Backlash 5/3/2008
215. Aspire 1/31/2008
216. Ark 5/23/2008
217. Applause 1/31/2008
218. Anti/Piracy 7/25/2008
219. Annual Review 2/29/2008
220. And tenderly... 2/20/2008

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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