Alison Mary Dunn

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The Ghost Of Me - Poem by Alison Mary Dunn

Here in myself I find me lost
As I fragment inside the core
These tiny scatterings of shell
Are spilling out onto the floor

I do believe I’m breaking up
This I was sure I’d never do
My channel’s unidentified
No frequency is getting through

For this day brings me no agenda
With lack of speech and empty head
All conversations disengaged
A loss of life the soul has bled

I am autumnal to the touch
With much abandonment of thought
I lack direction or result
With zero reading in the eyes

Right now I’m found unoccupied
While in the undercurrent laid
There’s no reaction to the world
I am departed from the day

As my reflection seems to fade
There’s little of me here to see
I’m much less obvious than before
Today I am the ghost of me

Comments about The Ghost Of Me by Alison Mary Dunn

  • (4/19/2008 7:42:00 PM)

    Love the changes. They work. The poem is so much tighter. A bit like pruning a tree to improve its shape. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

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  • Alison Mary Dunn (4/19/2008 7:55:00 AM)

    Two stanza's removed and gladly so. Much much better! Thanks Allie x (Report) Reply

  • (4/12/2008 6:26:00 PM)

    This is a most original piece about pre-menstrual angst perhaps? Or perhaps it's deeper than that, though the light touch tells me it's not a 'forever' feeling. Your facility with meter is impressive and 'I am autumnal to the touch' is quite eloquent. One tiny criticism, if I may. I'd lose a couple of stanzas - not because they're not good, but because you don't need them. It's always good to leave the reader wanting more. Great poem though. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011

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