Ben Paynter

Veteran Poet - 1,934 Points (Midwest)

This Place Is Haunted, I - Poem by Ben Paynter

there’s a ghost in the halls of this place
that’s what they tell me, and last night
the stairs creaked, the lights flickered
and the room smelled faintly of jasmine

I went to bed and dreamed of one, light
as a feather, softer than air, and she hummed
a lullaby, with a smile on her face, with
a beat in her heart, with a breeze in her hair

and I woke up to an empty bed with sun-
beam streaming in, with no song in my head
no beat in my heart, I dressed with a
hopeful eye, the smell of jasmine on my shirt

and its in my car three blocks from home
at the rail crossing on Third I grasped
how very hard it is to say

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  • (3/16/2007 12:04:00 PM)

    Really Love this poem! !

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  • Leria Hawkins (3/16/2007 11:55:00 AM)

    Ben....loved every word! sph (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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