Caveat: Poem #839

So twenty blurry years ago today
I made a try at dying: took some pills…
instead became a ghost abroad. It stayed
as if a dream had taken over this…
this world, this life, this cold oneiric space.
I found I could not stop my headlong trip
because each trembling leaf I saw had grace.
And finally, the ghost had found his will.


  1. David

    Glad you stayed with us.

    While I’m sure there are many other blogs and other resources for broadening my horizons, this one has a personal touch that I enjoy.

  2. Bob

    Even if I didn’t know the story behind this poem, I would still find the poem itself compelling. It’s very moving, knowing what I do know. I think I also have a weakness for iambic pentameter.

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