Old Nights

Gold cherry

By ralph

Sun, 15 Dec 2024
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Old Nights

 

For David Floyd

 

And a man rotates 

a table for diners as I 

twist myself – synching

to unghost those years.

 

I can see them now:

Alison with her truths.

Liana with her want.

David, his thin twitch.

 

There were others, of course.

But us, well, we were immersed.

Lost to an unmanageable world. 

Forever clicking our pens. 
 

 

 

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Submitted by Ewan on

  synching vice syncing?

Best
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Submitted by ralph on

Oh yes. Corrected.

 

Thank you! 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

"Forever clicking our pens " deep in thought or just plain bored? Forever?

Cheers! Tom

 

Submitted by Ewan on

 as terse and full of meaning as the best of the imagists, this is our pick of the day.

Please share on your social media, fellow members.

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Submitted by Di_Hard on

Bobblehat? I could not find his writing here anymore. Kind, I remember from reading his poems and comments, and funny and clever. I did not meet him, am so sorry for your loss. There are so many layers of lives, of writing, on here. Very sad another huge, bright character has passed, but so good that you have written this poem, Ralph. I hope Liana and Alison and everyone read this too.

 

Submitted by ralph on

David is alive and well. We talk frequently. He would be amused to think that you had thought he has passed.

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Always sad wnen a buddy is lost, glad he made it! Save on the funeral too.

Cheers! To David! Tom

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

phew!!!

 

Submitted by celticman on

we all try to unghost ourselves as best we can. poetry is a good way to resurrect. 

 

Submitted by HarryC on

The power of a few well-chosen words and images...

I remember Liana.  Must be 20 years ago.

Submitted by Kris on

`click`....... yes