The purple sky dies…
Prior to dusk, dark harbingers
ghost it into night.
"You must believe: A poem is a holy thing_a good poem that is." Theodore Roethke
Retired teacher. I write for the sheer joy of it. Prefer form over free verse. Favorite: English sonnet. Attended University of Florida, Gainesville,Fl and Florida Atlantic University, Boca Raton. Taught High School English in the '70's. Freelance Photographer for Hallmark Greeting Card Company in the '70's. Still busy writing poetry.
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Ghost it into night… a lovely and intriguing end.
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thanks, Bjorn…
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I too love how you used “ghost” as a verb. Lovely work. Thank you for linking up!
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thank you!
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This has captured me completely. Your words leave me wordless.
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Ghost as verb! < 3
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I don’t know…works for me. Sometimes it is fun to break the rules, right?
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