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Friendly Ghosts
A familiar face. Seen it around.
Profile’s turned away.
I stroll through the market,
awareness unexceptional today,
eyeing some watermelons.
Perhaps I’ll take that yellow pumpkin,
half kilo of kiwis?
I’ll take kiwis, Rosa,
no pumpkin today,
four beets will do.
Whose is the face in the market?
Blue blue eyes, hairline slightly
receding, trim beard,
whimsical air of comedy.
A fair likeness.
Five pesos, good day
to you, Rosa, I’ll hurry back.
checking in at 9 a.m.
Whose is that face in the market?
Standing your ground,
in appearance weightless,
a sporadic silhouette
amidst resolute shoppers.
I get visits in improbable spots:
queues at the ticket office,
you loved theatre.
The back of a head, outlined in dimness.
One gets used to it.
Broken dreams come and go
like friendly ghosts.
My eyes devour the visions,
my heart is a crystal goblet
brimming over
with fine reminiscences.
I allow ghosts to visit,
then send them on their way.
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I often see people in crowds who look like lost loved ones, especially my late husband and two sons. My husband's grey hair, my sons' profiles, movements and so on. So I write about it.
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Río Negro, Argentine Patagonia
Favorite Poets
Sylvia Plath, T.S. Elliot. Shakespeare, Gongora, Beckett, etc. Many others, such as Cervantes. I have to thank my mother because she read poetry to me from the cradle, so first I learned by memory and soon understood the words. Grammar comes naturally at about 5 years old, without any formal teaching.
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Rula
Mon, 2020-06-08 16:23
Hello Gracy
this has a nostalgic sound to it. I
would say a bittersweet writing.
Especially like the closing couplet
I allow ghosts to visit,
then send them on their way.
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Gracy
Mon, 2020-06-08 18:27
Hello Rula, thanks for
Hello Rula, thanks for commenting on my poem. Yes, I often see profiles or gray hair in crowds (not now!), that bring to mind my late husband or my two sons who died, one of ALS and the other of schizophrenia, both in their twenties. I consider them "friendly ghosts" because they bring nostalgia and sadness, but not haunting or ugly images.
Now I sometimes dream of them, as I can only walk outside for about 5 blocks on earth roads, where one sees nobody most of the time. It's been snowing, but I walked all the same, with my boots and adequate clothing.
Oops, I'm warbbling on...Keep safe, a virtual hug from Argentine Patagonia. Gracy
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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury
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