On the tomb of pages spent.

Smearing the ghost's face with ink

I found my image blurred

for I was the ghost written,

cast on shadows dispersed

to walk the path haunted

amongst the monoliths of time

one sees me standing alone concrete,

a remembrance passed.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

read almost like a soliloquy, Andrew ... i think its beautiful ... somber ... reflective ..clever, intelligent personification in closing says i! i am going to have me bod cremated and i have me own "concrete" picked out ... almost ... its down to a couple and i still need to purchase a plot in our family "spot" ... it goes back three generations now and when I am there it will be four. A very small prairie town ... use to be all family farms that fed it but now its almost like your same "...ghost written" .. great poem says i .. love it!
E.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks heaps my friend, I will be cremated, too expensive to have a burial plot near the relatives and they will be moved because they are too expensive to keep them there.

[Einstein Noodle]

they are cheap in our small (and i mean very small) town cemetery ... otherwise I would just have the dust scattered out back ;)