In the Summer Fog

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Ghosts shimmer in the shifting shadows

of the summer fog,

lamenting of losing their former glory

seeking to escape……

the absence of flesh or at least

to explain their plight

to a willing writer, walking

in the woods unafraid.

If you stand perfectly still……

they will sense

your heartbeat.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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In the Mystical Forest

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I can still taste the elixir she gave me, made of green plants

tasting of berries.

Light flickered through my mind

as I closed my eyes,

while birdsong filled my heart,

lifting me.

 

Note: This is an experimental poem on the senses and meditation.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies