Gossamer

John Prophet

Gossamer.
Ghosts.
Wafting 
in the 
breeze.
Floating 
in the 
clouds.
Loose
within
the land.
Spirits,
souls
of the
past
still
plying
the
world.
Ripples
of the
past.
All souls
vibrate
energy,
long lost
solid form.
Yet essence 
remains.
Ethereal 
whispers.
Echos 
in the 
hills.
Winds
over the
oceans.
Twisters
on the
plains.
What was
still is.
Reflections
of what
used 
to be.
Listen.
See.
Orbiting
still.
Origin.
Home.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 31st, 2025 08:52
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  • sorenbarrett

    A lovely poem in structure and wording it flows and floats and gives the feeling of gossamer in the breeze

  • Goldfinch60

    Great words John, those gossamers brig wonderful feelings and thoughts to us all.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      So they do Andy.
      Thank you for reading.
      John



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