ㅁ 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.
– some lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).
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.
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.