My Ghost
written by: Michael Ball
@whirred
Not since 9 of youth
have I had belief
in after-this-life.
Certainly not those
hell and heaven myths.
Yet, while living I
adore loving you,
as surely as bald
cypress trees deeply,
steadily suckle
sustaining water
from their dismal mire.
Hence, were I wrong and
sense anything and
anyone after
my body quits, I
surely shall visit
with you at the night.
A simple promise
kept or a haunting?
You will know, if you
sense my touch or kiss.
Michael Ball scrambled from daily and weekly papers through business and technical pubs. Satisfaction and feeling like a writer came through blogging and podcasting, mostly political. Born in OK and raised in rural WV, he became more citified in Manhattan and Boston. He joined the Hyde Park Poets Workshop two years ago, and will never again write a manual or help system. He has moderate success placing poems in print and online.
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