any ghosts I have
are my own
mourned, buried
& walked away from
no one asked me
to cover a voice
with the earth
of my grieving
before you bury me
forever, really
bury me
you have to dig me up
she shouted in a dream
a year later
& I would not listen
there are pieces of you here.
Get them.
now those fragments
shake their chains
& call me
hungry to step into place
pilot the purpose
that sailed me
all the whispers insist
it is not too late
but not choosing
is a choice
so start digging
***I sincerely hope this is the last piece on my 17-year block.
I like the way you ended this… so start digging
Thanks 🙂
Looking for a good shovel now…
I’ll grab mine and meet ya out back
LOL, deal!
Message received loud and clear Susan? 🙂 There are parts of you that need to re-integrate into life…Happy digging..
🙂 received that one about 16 years ago & ignored it 🙂
Guess it refused to be ignored!
Yep! Glad it was patient, though…
Been rooting around your blog for a while now. Your poetry is delicate. It’s wonderful stuff. It really is.
Oh, wow–thanks so much…turning read again…
shovel my ass. you got a bulldozer and are making tracks!
LOL, yep!
I really enjoyed this collection, and actually hope more exists.
Aw, Nelle–thanks 🙂
I am sure there is more to be said on this subject… We shall have to see what comes to me.
Di deeper and ocme out with more. Lol!
🙂 Does that mean this well will go artesian on me?