Turbin Headed Ghost Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Turbin Headed Ghost



Slowly saddling the past and bringing it into a future of plenty.
No one can fathom which direction to go in, after limiting excessive potential and turning it over to some turban headed ghost, finding spaces of time being spliced by electrical promises of wonder-making.
Trying to become a part of something better, ending in apologies for what they'd never do and have never done.

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My son, after reading this, said, 'people are going to misunderstand the title and think you're stereotyping'. Rest assured that is not the case here. I think in pictures and an image of a ghost wearing a towel around it's head appeared. It had just come out of the shower. Hence the title. He says I spend too much time telling my grandchildren, stories that I make up.
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