Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Call Them Spirits

I call them spirits
They contact me in a variety of ways
I can smell one of them; he smells like Old Spice
My father

I can see one of them
Also my father
I also glimpse a native American spirit guide named Little Wolf
I do not speak to them, but I am aware

My mother manipulates electricity and the phones.
She can call us from her landline number
Four years after it was disconnected

When I smell smoke I say “Okay, Dwight, I know you are here.”
The smoke smell instantly disappears.
He is my father-in-law

When all of the cabinets slam in the kitchen I know it is Helen.
She is my husband’s mother, showing him that she is displeased
At the tone of voice he has used with me.
I love it when this happens.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment