Dan Hanosh

Rookie (11/10/1957 / Aurora, Illinois)

My Ghost, The Writer - Poem by Dan Hanosh

I move my pen across
the parchment, sometimes with
such precise strokes,
proceeding without
my guiding I wonder
if it’s really me,

my conscious mind appears
blank yet the other, does
not speak until I
sleep or so I thought,
I pick up a pen I
feel someone else is

in control, I write for
my mind is empty
though my pen dances
across the page, I
write outrageous words
of imagery thoughts

of emotion symbols
of happiness hidden
bits of my sorrow,
never used by me
before, maybe My Ghost,
the Writer, he knows.


Comments about My Ghost, The Writer by Dan Hanosh

  • Marilyn Lott (5/30/2007 6:55:00 PM)

    I know what you mean, it just seems to write itself. The characters tell you what to put down and it is SO exciting. So well put.
    Marilyn
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (3/24/2007 1:25:00 PM)

    A well crafted piece, Dan....Yes, the Ghost within, is the Gift within, and this you appear to possess, Sir...Solid penning.

    ~ F.J.R. ~
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  • (3/24/2007 1:00:00 PM)

    Fantastic. Loved it. The ouija board poet! ! ! No need for construction or false rhymes - just poetry as nature (or your ghost) intended.
    Clair
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011


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