Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

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The Nadir of Life

I wandered round the lonely graveyard.
The few mourners did not bother to look at me.
I ought to know the paths so well
Ah there it was, unembellished as I had left it.

Silence reigned everywhere, except for some bugs
I began to wonder what I was doing there.
Then a small group of mourners appeared.
Four bored men carried a coffin, plain as can be.
The burial took very little time to carry out.
A priest mumbled a few prayers and all left.
Except for a woman all dressed in ebony black.

She shed no tears nor mumbled any prayer.
And then she left without one glace at me.
There on the slab someone left a picture frame.
Curiosity got the better of me and soon I saw
It was a picture of me.   The slab opened
And I just entered my place inside and all was calm.

Fiction, just a ghost story

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Connie Marcum Wong January 22, 2022 at 10:04 PM This sounds like it may be a dream Victor. I like the idea that material worries cease when we cross over to the next realm. I really enjoyed your ghost story Victor. Blessings xxoo

Paula Goldsmith January 21, 2022 at 1:58 PM OH my, what a write and picture. You had me until the very end. "Wonderful" Have a great day/weekend...............

Linda Milgate January 21, 2022 at 11:35 AM YIPES very good free verse

Anitha Jayasankar January 21, 2022 at 2:03 AM Aw amazing Victor, so it was about this poem, you told me yesterday... When you said, 'a story', I literally thought you had written a short story on ghosts somewhere else. A gripping ghost story from the beginning till the end, by the master story teller.., though am generally afraid of reading ghost stories...and the picture too, got goosebumps.. God bless... ~ Ani

Valsa George January 20, 2022 at 8:01 PM The dramatic twist at the end is baffling and was never expected. I too have written a poem last year with the title- 'When I Died' .... ! You shifted roles.... !! We wish to see you stay healthy with a longer life, dear poet friend

Anil Deo January 20, 2022 at 6:27 PM Convincing, Victor. We need thy spirit here longer dear friend. Shalom 2x

Charles Messina January 20, 2022 at 5:49 PM Glad this was a fiction, Victor. You had me worried there my friend...but I sense someone special is waiting for you all in due time...hopefully not too soon. I like this ghostly tale.

Judy Ball January 20, 2022 at 3:17 PM WoW! Great beginning for a short story. You should continue this. Love it. God Bless, JB

Andrea Dietrich January 20, 2022 at 1:13 PM so are you writing this as the woman (taking the female perspective?) or as a man who sees the ghost and finds out he is a ghost as well. In either case, I really like it.

Sara Kendrick January 20, 2022 at 11:47 AM I was wondering if you were writing from the grave, but I see you clarified it at the end. Your comments on my page are always refreshing. Thanks for the visits. Sara

Evelyn Judy Buehler January 20, 2022 at 11:43 AM An engrossing story which is also a bit scary. You are so good at creating an ending twist, Victor. Best wishes.

Tom Cunningham January 20, 2022 at 10:09 AM A spooky tale, like reading the obituaries and finding your name there. Tom

Eve Roper January 20, 2022 at 9:29 AM Another great story, Victor, as you walk around your garden of stones, you finally lie down to rest.

Paulette Calasibetta January 20, 2022 at 8:48 AM Chills are running up and down my spine! Not predictable at all~makes for a good book! Blessings, Paulette

Deb M January 20, 2022 at 7:43 AM Oh Victor what a totally unexpecting ending….a great twist! Very clever. Cheers Debx

Jan Allison January 20, 2022 at 7:25 AM gosh I wasn't expecting the twist at the ending, very well penned Victor:-) hugs Jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen January 20, 2022 at 7:21 AM - ... I got goosebumps ... an end I did not expect ... wooow, Victor :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Unseeking Seeker January 20, 2022 at 7:00 AM A surprising twist to the tale! You can make a career out of this, Victor!

Joanna Daniel January 20, 2022 at 6:16 AM Wow! What a final twist, love your stories, Victor:)

Vijay Pandit January 20, 2022 at 6:08 AM You know how to spin a story my friend. You had my attention throughout and the turn in the ending was cleverly imagined.

Mystic Rose Rose January 20, 2022 at 5:29 AM wow this is so clear and believable too, like the book I am reading a 10 year old dies in a car crash and she follows the medics into the air lift wonders if she is dead or alive, entrenched in the book. Ghosts are real Victor.

Sotto Poet January 20, 2022 at 5:02 AM From the first to the last verse, Victor, your words and ideas capture the reader's attention with the ghostly notions that your words conjure up in their minds. I really hope this isn't a case of inner prediction. This is a beautiful and heartbreaking piece. This is a fantastic piece of writing.

Delice Arleen Skelly January 20, 2022 at 4:39 AM Hello Victor, ghostly write to pique our interest in the supernatural...Delice

Craig Bowden January 20, 2022 at 4:22 AM Yikes! I sure hope it’s not a self-fulfilling prophecy. So creative and poignant. Great write.