by moonlight in the afterlife

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vrosej10
vrosej10
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flying wildly
I grab at branches, pickets
finally clinging to a chimney pot;
I am no longer a thing that belongs to gravity

vrosej10
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UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 13 years ago
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love this and am tempted to say hang on in there but I won't! love the visual of the ghostly you hanging onto a chimney pot!

AngelineAngelineabout 13 years ago
A wraith of a poem

that manages to be weighty and weightless at once. You could wring meaning from a stone! And once again the title puts the whole poem in perspective. A fine five of a poem, Vee. :-)

buttersbuttersabout 13 years ago
that last line

is pure gold, V. wonderful expression

clinging to cling, possibly...

was this another dream-inspired write, v?

Maria2394Maria2394about 13 years ago
beautiful

I like the visuals you give. The title itself is poetic.

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
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Mary Poppins died? Law of unintended consequences. 100

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