Ghost mind, ghost mind
Wake up with a white spot of time
Hours you walked the corridors
Colorless and blind.
Towel hangs on the lampshade,
A Halloween design
You’ve got your waxy wallet
But your keys you’ll have to find.
The bleached sheets act all innocent,
Wrinkled by design,
Floating off a memory
Clear liquor and moonshine.
Ghost mind, ghost mind
Wake up to the baby cryin’
Alabaster from your fears
And shrieks undefined.
Where were you last night
When your thoughts became outlines?
The morning’s hollow honeycombs
Are pale venetian blinds.
Curl against me chalky,
Scared, and sand-blind.
Speak to me through frosted lips
Of last night’s hauntings
And your shadowy ghost mind.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
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Racial verse, K. It’s hard to believe it’s October. Time just keeps moving. Have a gorgeous week, dear friend. 💜
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Thanks you, Jeff. I got inspired by the title idea and had to just let my imagination go. Here’s to a wonderful week.
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You’re welcome, K. Always. Imagination, a beautiful thing. Cheers.
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What a cleaver verse indeed. I really enjoyed that, nicely done. That artwork was perfect too. The sheet was pretty funny. Hehe 🦋
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Thanks, Joni. A bit of a shivery concept to start the season. I appreciate your kind comments.
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This was a beautiful poem, K! Such a haunting read with some great vivid visuals scattered throughout. Really enjoyed it 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. I encountered a few ghost minds this past weekend. Truly spooky.
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Truly excellent, KK! 🙂
~David
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Thank you, David. I get chills when I think about the walking ghost minds.
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Of for the Ghost Mind greatly composted K!
💞
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Thank you, Cindy. I’m forever forgetful of checking back for comments. I am very appreciate of yours.
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You’re so welcome K!!! 💞
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