My ghost

Dearest Jean, There is a note of celebration in this one ... the my my bed ... its like the poet is stuttering in excitement to get out the fact she has her bed back lol ... but Kal's right as well there is a note of poignanacy but I think its just the right blend in my opinion ... wonderful poem and even if you are talking cat talk its all good talk lol (huggles) love and higgest bugs Jayne x x Sorry I missed this one must have been on my way down to newy still there actually lol

cutting ties is always very freeing :) everything about the poem is perfect, well done.

I see that now we can expect an Ode to a double bed, something along the lines of :- where did you hide this space from me, I streach out near to eternity, yet your sides avoid my touch, tell me have you always been so much. Noises that came to me from your structure seemed, to be an unfinished melody ,Now I can play and more movements are added how strange the sounds that spill into my mind have I left a movement behind, etc: etc: But in doing that think what amazing waves and movements can be made in a house where only a footmark or two from you use to be dull now I can run wild, write stories and hear sounds of everything I love. To cast only one shadow does not mean that we walk alone, when you think with a logical mind and there is no answer to your questions then you are truely alone,Lovely write, Yours Ian.T