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.

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2 Responses to Caveat: Poem #839

  1. David says:

    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 says:

    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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