Conversation with a ghost

Jerry Reynolds

 

With a pale blue hand,

She stroked my face.

I asked, “What’s it like

Being a ghost?”

Her mouth opened

I could taste the smell

Of thunder

A ball of fire gathers

In the back of her throat-

I said, “Never mind

I don’t want to know.”

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  • Poetic Licence

    Best not hear the answer, enjoyed the read

  • sorenbarrett

    I loved this poem Jerry a combination of haunted, humor and vivid images it made me smile

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Thanks, Soren. I love dark humor.

    • Lorenz

      ghosts are so inspiring and sometime very inspired !

    • Doggerel Dave

      I think it's quite possible you made the right decision there, Jerry......

    • Teddy.15

      Wonderful imagery and emotion here, I too would rather not know. 🌹

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Thanks, Teddy. It seemed the right choice.

      • RSM0812

        Very imaginative and well written. Nicely dine.



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