A Handful of Ghosts

A Handful of Ghosts

A Poem by Caleb Boese

 

Silk-white gloves,

Celestial fingers,

Caressing the spirit to heal and disinfect,

Like mother would.

 

Open, caring,

Not closed in anger,

Reaching through the barriers to touch and calm,

Like mother would.

 

I’ve got a Handful of Ghosts,

A flock of Heavenly Hosts,

And the world just still isn’t right,

‘thout you.

© 2008 Caleb Boese


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Oh, what an image there! A handful of ghosts! And a tremendously strong closing line to bring the reader to the reality of the metaphor: love slipped through the poet's fingers, so much air, so little but memory left of a love that should have moved mountains. I love it!

Sal

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Added on July 21, 2008

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Caleb Boese
Caleb Boese

Arnprior, Canada



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