Passing Through the Ghost
“Passing Through the Ghost”
Is the second poetry book filled with forty one poems of current work, deals with pretty much, all the same stuff the first book contains. I’d like to think it’s more well honed than the first, but really it appears to be a tie.
The Beauty of John Keats
I used to hate
John Keats
His idea of
Beauty and truth
Hacking his Tuberculosis
Into a Grecian Urn
Making me feel
Obligated
To dig deeper
Look past
My cynicism
The Angst
By which I
Reveled
Wallowed
And drowned
But truth lives deep
Within the soul
The ugliness
Compounded daily
Hiding the beauty
Isn’t it all beauty?
Ugliness is
The truth of beauty
A textured magnificence
The tapestry
Of our existence
For in truth
There is no ugliness
Only
A misguided attempt
At self
Destruction
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I L-i-i-i-iked this one, Leigh. The words catapulted me and I felt the rush, a ‘g’ force, a grace…. when I landed I was not sure where…..but now I reflect on a “pause” in life I took with you some 30 years ago and ground myself with the knowledge that I [knew] you then. Despite the mad and charged rush of our teenage-ness, I knew you for just a moment and am not surprised at all at who you are on this page. I smile as I wonder how your journey must have been to get you where you are now. Stay charged my friend.
Funny, that you would pick my favorite poem….