Nancy Vorkink

Rookie (New York)

Ghost Talk - Poem by Nancy Vorkink

When old ghosts appear in new costume
When the tree falls on my head
And the acorn rolls far away
My vision turns double and I can’t sleep.

The noise inside my brain rattles
Old skeletons emerge in bony form
Brittle and fragile the head feels
Toss and turn at night restless.

A split pea inside the cerebral cortex
Buzzes around like a bee in its beehive
Seeking a mate to devour and savor
While old ghosts continue to spook.

It was a grand slam.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, July 23, 2010

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