a small thing affects
the senses
but still scrooge
learned the lessons
no swallowed toothpick
could ever teach him
he had to learn
from ghosts
what it meant
to be alive in his
own faltering flesh
floating and leaving no trace
a small thing affects
the senses
but still scrooge
learned the lessons
no swallowed toothpick
could ever teach him
he had to learn
from ghosts
what it meant
to be alive in his
own faltering flesh
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for me, learning so often takes the proverbial 2×4 across the brow (maybe swung by a ghost)
No swallowed toothpick – great image.
Thanks.
Being alive in our ouw faltering flesh – Nice!
Thank you!
I enjoyed the irony of learning to be alive from the dead. Your mind is quite impressive.
Enlightenment comes from unexpected sources. 💀
Another perfect poem! wow. i’m such a fan
Aww, thank you! I’m glad you found my site.