The outcasts

We are always surrounded by invisible presence ...

 

They are among us but yet not!

All of them can tell us a story that has past

Their voices unclear, reduced to a dot

They used to belong here before being outcasts.

 

Most of them we do not know

Some of us more or less perceptive.

To their coming around… hiding in shadows

Seeking attention from who dares to receive.

 

The clouds are gathering in the sky

Numerous … varying shapes and tones

On alert, birds assemble to fly

To their shelter made out of clay and stones.

 

Nature and its instinct flowing in the veins

Has always showed signs with deep insight

There is no doubt this time again!

The rain is full of ghosts tonight…

Reviews

[emmajoy]

You write about so many subjects, all with a true form and sincerity.

I thought this was unusual, then, read below, see it's written for a contest. Spirits are what they are, they are what they were in another form. For those who believe that possibility, they are there... for those who scoff and doubt, they remain unvisible.

Thank you, thank you for sharing

[Ali M. Abougazia]

so beautiful...

[Poeticpiers]

Another formally constructed poem again a pleasure to read.I am an old fashioned formalist and prefer this type of poetry

[angelinmypocket]

The ghosts inhabit much more than just the rain. As your verse above states, they are everywhere especially to those who are perceptive to them. There is a very thin veil between us and the spirit world. One need only be aware to see them...or hear them. A great use of the phrase.
Love...Liz/angelinmypocket

[Suelou]

Enjoyed reading this. A nice entry for the challenge.

[Tovli]

haunting. enjoyed the write. tovli

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Very nice job incorporating the phrase into your poem! Thank you for joining the Dream challenge. :-) Sharon