eclipse Posted September 9, 2011 Share Posted September 9, 2011 Apart from an eye of glass and a leg of wood the rest of me was real.I could not conceal the timber as I slowly turned to pine and I could not repeal my sins to bribe the divine. I was made into a coffin and buried with my eye. I returned as a ghost and rubbed the glass eye and watched scenes from my life flicker by. A ghost in life as in death, more real in death than in life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted September 9, 2011 Share Posted September 9, 2011 I especially like the first 12 lines. There is a sense of something happening here, something beneath the fantastic surface that implies something "more real." One comes away with the sense that he should already know what poet is talking about. I want to sleep on this one. - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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