tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Ghosts of North Beach

The Ghosts of North Beach


In Washington Square Park
    the poetry sells
        for a dollar a page
          rough handed manuscripts
          faintly echo a beat
as recollections of martyrs, saints
    and ancient superstitions
        seep through windows, doors -- and more.

They're spread on tables
    with jagged rock paperweights
         edges flutter in a breeze
          that whispers of ghosts
           you can almost hear
a soft, kaddish howl
    over shuffled paper
        and around a corner

a swirl of leaves
    settles on the road
        the sounds of Coney Island
          pause in your mind
           as for a moment you wonder
"Are they calling me?"
    You pay your dollar
        and read another poem.

Report Story

byjthserra© 8 comments/ 27944 views/ 4 favorites

Share the love

Similar stories

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
Favorite Author Favorite Poem

heartjthserra, SunrockSin and 2 other people favorited this poem! 

by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (8 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (8)

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

You may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: