04/11/2011

A November Ghost

She was here
now is no more;
gone straight
through
an absent door.

How I wish
she wasn't there:
her sorrow to hear,
her pain to bear.

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  1. Deborah23 November 2011 at 23:13

    I couldn't agree more with Mr. Hawthorne.

    '..gone stright through an absent door' - I like this image a lot. Poetry is something I rarely read (but should do more of) as I always feel like something's going over my head. I almost never comment but I do read and enjoy.

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