To You Who I have not forgotten; The Ghost

I wrote this poem for a kid that had passed away many years ago.

The name I cannot remember

Is a hologram on a golden sunset

Is a name of an ancient highway

Such a mystery by nature

 

The name I cannot vision

Is contradict-in kind

Its a lost flower in a king's bouquet

Such a heart felt, loving soliloquy

 

The name I cannot utter

Is a beautiful Stella of Virtues

Is a transcending thriller

Running rabid through the woods

Author's Note

This is just a first draft, suggestions are weclome.

Reviews

[Raymond Dunn]

Beautiful as is. The description of what the lost name is, a lost flower, a hologram on a golden sunset, brings pleasant imagery to mind. I love how it is switched to a transcending thriller at the end- giving it a somewhat different perspective.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

It is brilliant as it is, well done.

[Everett DeValle]

So deep and a beautiful ode to a soul lost. A wonderful write and a lovely read.

[lorilynn]

very nice indeed. got your point across. thank you for sharing. LL

[Carlos James]

not too shabby,this is all new to me so I can't really give you suggestions or anything in that nature.I did enjoy reading it though.;)