All Poetry
I wondered where he had gone,
the man who would sit
on this bench
every day
singing
in his solitude.
For he was always alone.
I wondered if he was haunted as I am haunted
haunted by my ghost or his.
It knows us so well, that ghost,
transforming us
from one to the other
like creatures in a fairy tale,
their comings and goings beyond our control.
And now I know.
Though it may seem
only one of us is here
with arms outstretched
absorbed and pondering
I know our one is two.
We’re transformed now
and we sing in harmony.
Editor: Kolby Russell
About the Poet
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for Pushcarts, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
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