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Hungry Ghost

Posted by celticman on July 5, 2011 - 19:54

When I was young as Jonah
Fistfuls of life swallowed me.
The umbilical was worn.
Proudly, around my neck,
like a charm.
I owned everything.
Now there is nothing.
Only slippery ghosts.
Looking backwards
Fitfully shaking and
Begging to be
Let out of their corner.
And for change
That will never come.
Not in this lifetime.
Not in a wealth of indifference.
A common class set aside,
A cold coinage.
Defaced and debased.
Common life.
Bought and sold.
Death on an industrial scale.

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Comments

Highhat | July 6, 2011 - 14:31

nice way to dump your rubbish celtic. No really it's very good.

oldpesky | July 6, 2011 - 16:02

As you know, I haven't a clue about poetry, but it's good to see you trying something different.

Highhat | July 6, 2011 - 16:57

At least your 'rubbish' is environmentally (phew what a long word!) friendly !

;)Pia

celticman | July 6, 2011 - 17:22

Thanks Pia. I don't think it's much good, just some scribbling. And oldpesky thanks for reading. I don't know anything about poetry either, but sometimes I try a bit/dabble.

fatboy74 | July 6, 2011 - 19:42

I like your dabbling celticman - it's never ordinary. :-)

ScoZen | July 6, 2011 - 20:04

Hello celticman.

"...The umbilical was worn.
Proudly, around my neck,..."

There's a bloke who wanders about down here with a snake around his neck.
Hiss he related to you by any chance?

celticman | July 6, 2011 - 21:05

There ssss a chance we're related ScoZen thanks for reading. And cheers fatboy.

SundaysChild | July 7, 2011 - 09:29

I like your dabbling too, celticman

RachelPatricia | July 14, 2011 - 20:09

and me - love those opening lines :)

celticman | July 14, 2011 - 22:07

Thanks p&PD. Nice of you to say so.