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Floating: A Poem

Updated on March 25, 2014
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I am as ethereal as a ghost,

And as brittle as an ancient skeleton's bones,

Though I've only been around for a few decades,

My soul feels worn on the edges like tattered pages,

Of a yellowed book of poetry,

Written by unrequited lovers of an era gone by,

Still floating around in the dusty air of a graveyard,

And haunting the minds of their ancestors.


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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Evocative and different.

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      Matthew Weese 3 years ago from Auburn

      Truly do believe a picture in my mind was started, however not completely painted. Like the style and word use, just seemed like their was something missing.

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      Erin Bower 3 years ago from Georgia

      BlossomSB: Thank you! I love writing something that is considered unique.

      Matthew Weese: Thank you for the constructive criticism. Maybe if I had written a longer poem it would have helped. I guess it's meant to convey an abstract feeling more than a literal meaning.

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Wonderfully haunting poem Ebower (no pun intended). I loved it.

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      Erin Bower 3 years ago from Georgia

      Jodah: Thanks! I love when puns aren't intended, but happen anyway. :)

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