Spirit (ghost)

Do you believe?

Illuminated by candles,

the room was flush

with incandescent ambiance.

For a second,

our two shadows 

shone on the wall.

I was alone.

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

Yes..they are called Shadow People.. they do indeed exist
I've seen them brieftly before

[Relic]

Thanks for reading, Fran.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

yes i believe this very much so
this is exquisitely done
when someone visits us we are alone but not each in our own worlds
thanks for entry into my 5 lines and under comp

[Relic]

Thanks for reading the poem. :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

a pleasure indeed
i review and read all my comp entries never miss one yet (if i have forgive me)

[MCS]

raw and creative, love it

[Relic]

Thanks, MCS.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Whoa- what just happened here?? Poetic optical illusions I think. Literally stunning words and imagery- so dramatic. Is this a wish for reunion beyond death? The shadows of loss?? Hmmmm... A spellbound denouement. Kudos!

[Relic]

Thank you very much, Annette.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You’re very welcome Relic!:))

[Crowley]

Daaannggg!!! That did not end the way I thought it was going to...Way to build and then drop the bottom out. Lovely!

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Crowley.

[Einstein Noodle]

i do believe Relic ... without doubt ... some loved ones linger ... just to let us know ... everything about this is well done says i ..title, pic and poem ... they all work together to make a moment that perhaps is endless ... yet just that one moment .. great read fr me .. wouldn't dare suggest you change a thing ;) even if i thought you might ... which i don't :))
E.

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Einstein.

[Pete]

interesting. certainly a different perspective. a loved one being missed perhaps? a deep feeling being emitted. touching write ... :)

[Relic]

Thank you, Pete.

[Iam-me]

The heart and soul need someone to love. Outwith self-love. Loneliness is a silent killer.

[Relic]

Thank you, Dee.

[emmajoy]

When a person NEEDS that precious other, the mind and body can work on automatic pilot mode. Desire will weave and swerve in spite of logic til the moment subsides. Or could it be a deeply etched memory? The superbly chosen words and the brevity make this a stand-out twenty-four words.

[Relic]

Thank you, emma. :)

[emmajoy]

More than welcome.. will keep thinking but.. perhaps it's too personal to analyse too much.