Photo and Poetic Fun

humour, poetry, , 17 Comments

I don’t believe in haunting
ignore the seasonal hype
wish the woman in the graveyard
would stop wailing every night

Someone get the girl a coat
doesn’t she feel the creeping cold?
And when I call the police on her
why do they look at me like I’m crazy old?

(Spending way too much time wiling away the hours.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

17 thoughts on “Photo and Poetic Fun”

  7. Your poem made me smile. The rhyming endings fit the tone so well. And I like the fractured art – reminding me of tombstones aging and hauntings…

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