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I Saw Her Ghost

Updated on May 20, 2013

I saw her ghost hovering

over the Mediterranean Sea,

the vision stuck to me like glue,

I watched it take over me,

and I wanted the waters to be blue,

but they were not,

the air around me was sticky and hot,

off the coast of Italy,

I’ve seen a lot,

the sea was pitched black,

as the heat continued its attack,

I lowered my torch down

toward the ground,

and the fire blazed,

right over the lapping waters,

my steady eyes still gazed,

as the ghost moved closer to me,

and her reflection would cast

over the moon lit sea,

my mind roamed the past,

she was a beauty that didn’t last,

and such beauty went to waste,

as I was filled with bitterness,

a bitterness I could all but taste,

I had to go to her,

I could feel her pain,

and I knew death

was an unbreakable chain,

she had this control over me,

an odd demand,

that I had only dimly

begun to understand,

I felt rising vapors run through me,

and I felt damned,

the quest for death

became my breath,

it was almost like magic,

but truthfully I knew

that the results were going to be tragic,

listening to the sound of the wind,

and the dark waters would call,

then I will see the dead,

I would see them all,

a slow movement at first,

and then I’d fall,

fulfilling the dark waters’ thirst.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio


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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton


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      Jazlynn 2 years ago

      Your answer was just what I nedede. It's made my day!

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thank you theater girl for stopping by :)

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from New Jersey

      I like the unusual rhythm in this poem. Well done!

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Thank you X-man and Marlin55 for visiting her ghost :)

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      Marlin 55 4 years ago from USA

      Frank, very well done!

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Like a siren's song Frank, pulling him in, ever closer to his death.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Epi, September and Cyndi thank you guys too..bless you

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      Thank you Vin, Uban, and Lord for reading her ghost :)

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      Cynthia B Turner 6 years ago from Georgia

      Very nice poem. Very vivid imagery and I like the cadence. Similar to Edgar Allen Poe's Annabelle Lee. Thanks for sharing.

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      september girl 6 years ago

      I have to agree with ubanichijioke. Very sad yet haunting. Not a very nice ghost to make you prefer death over living.

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ...always love your writing when I come over here Frank to check it out - and as a writer myself I always come away inspired by not only your words and ideas but how you seamlessly weave both concepts together in poetic cinema for the mind - always a pleasure and thank you for what you do - and so very well.

      lake erie time ontario canada 2:22pm love this evocative title by the way

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      Joseph De Cross 6 years ago

      the words bring out our mortality and the ending with no doubt. Loved the well put together piece Frank!


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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 6 years ago from Lagos

      Such a sad and haunting poem. Well scribed with flair

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      Vinaya Ghimire 6 years ago from Nepal

      Our past haunts us like a ghost. My favorite lines

      the quest for death

      became my breath