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Array ( [sid] => 83128 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => haunting . . . [time] => 2005-02-05 17:19:23 [hometext] => hellishly tired i still had much to do when this poem suggested itself - - - [bodytext] =>

Out of the fog-swept night
he stepped.
An ordinary
looking chap save for the
grey felt fedora
and
the tendency to transparency.
Weary beyond the insatiable
capacity of the immortal soul
for suffering, every incorporeal
movement the occasion of a groan
both infernal and profound
the ghost roamed its assigned haunt.

“Sleepless I these seven decades past”
he confided when first we met,
“being dead ain’t what it is
cracked up to be,” From beyond
madness
his wild laughter
rang.
“Not heaven, not hell.
not simple oblivion –
Just eternity spent haunting
this fog bound haunt …“

I see him, now and again
when I walk
the high wild path
in the grey fog.
His ghostly form and presence
hold no terror ---

but the thought
that he speaks true
fills me with wonder, and
with dread
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haunting . . .

Contributed by aernby on Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 05:19:23 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Out of the fog-swept night
he stepped.
An ordinary
looking chap save for the
grey felt fedora
and
the tendency to transparency.
Weary beyond the insatiable
capacity of the immortal soul
for suffering, every incorporeal
movement the occasion of a groan
both infernal and profound
the ghost roamed its assigned haunt.

“Sleepless I these seven decades past”
he confided when first we met,
“being dead ain’t what it is
cracked up to be,” From beyond
madness
his wild laughter
rang.
“Not heaven, not hell.
not simple oblivion –
Just eternity spent haunting
this fog bound haunt …“

I see him, now and again
when I walk
the high wild path
in the grey fog.
His ghostly form and presence
hold no terror ---

but the thought
that he speaks true
fills me with wonder, and
with dread

Copyright Â© aernby ... [ 2005-02-05 17:19:23]
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Re: haunting . . . (User Rating: 1 )
by Daniela_Maria_Violin on Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 08:12:39 PM AEST
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This is an awesome write and I am quite surprised no one else has commented here.
Keep it up.

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