Was that a breath of cold air
I felt as I drove about in my car,
Or was it just the end of summer heat
That soon would be in full retreat?
Maybe, just maybe, it was you
That hovers nearby in the blue
To give me a quick brush of phantom breath
That could be life, or maybe death?
Or is it just a sense that somethings wrong
That makes one write a poem or a song
To answer an unasked question, fair
Are you here or are you there?
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Now as I begin to read more of your work I feel a very deep soul open and sharing and so wonderful to ponder over your creation here. I really love this one.................. I gave it a ten even though I usually don't leave a point grade But this one really needs more recognition I think.... Many would love to read this. I hope to see more similar to it as I continue to read your art.......... Jim Troy
Or is it just a sense that somethings wrong That makes one write a poem or a song To answer an unasked question, fair Are you here or are you there? It's amazing how so many events spark the poetic inspiration, resulting into a beautiful poem - like this one. I really enjoyed this thought provoking piece. Wishing you the best in your writing.
Very well penned full of wisdom and depth. Your symbolism is perfect. I admired the poem. Nice write. I sincerely invite you write a comment on my poem 'False beauty.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course I was attracted by the word ghost. An intriguing and truthful poem about inspiration and purpose, two very tricky and intangible subjects.