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Coal haunted his bones Ghosts he never met Wet walls of black stone Catch upon a common air In the way a sea Can flex and define time And drift in the promise Of light in Winter sky
The Pit
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This is an excellent poem, Davy. The image suits your words perfectly, too. Hope you are well.
Thank you, Ellie. I am glad you enjoyed the poem. All is good here. Enjoying the sunshine that is around at the moment. Hope all is good with you.
Good poem Davy. There are certainly a lot of ghosts.
You are right, Brenda, and many seem to follow us from childhood. Thank you for your thoughts and glad you enjoyed the poem.
I enjoyed this poem. Excellent.
Thank you, Priscilla, that is appreciated.
Our pasts are ingrained in us. Good or bad. That’s the way it is. But we continue to carry them as we move forward. But the load should be light. Well written, Davy. 🙂
Thank you, Terveen. I agree about how our pasts are ingrained in us. As time progresses I think we become more familiar and comfortable with them. Writing certainly helps lighten the load.