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Talking to the dead

Talking to the dead

The dead wait, 
To be cast into the light, 
They wait in the grey and dark
Agitated and afraid 
Unable to move but an autumn leaf. 

I see them in timeless space, 
No winter breath
No heart to beat
No soul to place upon frosted stone, 
Just an essence. 

They move in rigid imagery 
Towards my meditive mind
I, the kind of human
With a heart 
Taking on an absent life. 

No one else knows
I do not tell
They would think I am mad
Talking to the dead. 

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Ian William

Great work.  I thoroughly enjoyed this.

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Bernadete van d...

Good words you put here,!Nine Eleven. Just an essence, an absent life. That’s right.  B 
P.S. I don’t know how I missed this one. Perhaps the image gave me a fright?! 

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Nine Eleven

Thank you B, I really appreciate your comments, 

​​​​​I've always seen the dead, moving through our earthly world, the hanging man in my old house, the pale woman who needed help, as I get older, it becomes more frequent, I feel like I live in a world between worlds, on a fence peering into both life and death. 

Thanks for stopping by x

 

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Marion

I love your poem and I love your comment above. Do you?? How fantastic... so death isn't the end then?? I'd love your views on this seriously. Hugs x

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John Loopstra

Aye, NE, this rings with absolute truth, I cannae see or hear the dead in any way, but the stay on my mind and in my heart a long time, the ones that cannae crossover. Being a womb twin survivor I never felt fully a life for 69 odd years, only for the last 2 or 3... It gave me a lot of poetry so I do nit mind much... Still, I am with you on this... 

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Nine Eleven

Thank you John, it is an odd life we live, full of caves, entrance and exit. 

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Shirley Harrison

I believe it more a gift, to see those who have past. A wonderful inspiring piece. 🌹

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Being Me

Oh how did I miss this? This is a thought provoking poem indeed! I love this poem. I do not think you are mad talking to the dead, not one bit. I think many of us talk to love ones that have passed. If you can communicate with the dead, that's called having a gift x

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Nine Eleven

It can be a gift but if not used properly it turns into a nightmare. 

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Neville

I know a lot of folk who think and believe similarly .. in fact, I kind of do actually .. Neville 

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Nine Eleven

Thanks Neville, I'll see you, in the afterlife. 

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Neville

Sounds like a plan 👍

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