'Ff'lo (fflo) wrote,

and I was just going to go sing that Gertie house song

Father, Mother, Robert Henley who hanged himself in the ninth grade, et al.

I've sensed ghosts more than once,
    their presence
a kind of plucking from the memorious air.

Always they reveal themselves as lost,
on what's loose in me, some last words

I never said, some I did. I've heard
    they can't live
if fully embraced, if taken fully in,

yet I do nothing but listen to their
    wingless hovering,
the everything they never say.

If only I could give them what they need,
    no, if only
I could convince myself these things

must die as naturally as apples
    on the apple tree...
but that's Nature, which is never

wrong, just thoughtless and without shame.

-- Stephen Dunn

x-posted to greatpoets

  • Bow Tie Tuesday

    I'm so behind with so much. It's been another couple of whirlwind work days, leaving me sort of stunned at the end of them, and happy to put…

  • Bow Tie Tuesday

    Today I had a collar for my bow tie. It's rather more of a pain to tie one on a collar, but here 'tis: Couldn't decide which…

  • (belated) Bow Tie Tuesday

    Gee, this post didn't post yesterday. Guess the Fates are suggesting I spare you (and me upon rereading) the saga of my bad work day. Here's…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.