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Yesterpeople

stair board creek the house long empty . . . echoes stale shuffling shadows to the sound of overlays drained the house bled its final drops of her merged, she with watchers faces trapped in windows held in mist, a haunting flows of happenings in the cold in the dark . . . ghosts of yesterpeople

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 11/14/2023 7:03:00 PM

Thank you for sharing this impressive, ghostly write Clive. I very much enjoyed it. :)

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/14/2023 11:08:00 PM

Thanks so much for taking the time to read and leave a comment, it's really appreciated Linda

Mat Ignacio

Date: 11/12/2023 4:46:00 PM

nicely unfolded piece of poetic intrigue

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/13/2023 1:21:00 AM

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, Mat, much appreciated

Di11y Da11y

Date: 11/12/2023 11:51:00 AM

This was a enjoyable read, felt like I was swirling with the mist to view your description. Well written.

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/12/2023 12:29:00 PM

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it, much appreciated

Ink Empress

Date: 11/12/2023 4:02:00 AM

“Faces trapped in windows” what a strong line is that! Conveys so much. I love the depth of this poem and how descriptive it is along with that last line which stands out for me. Truly! You have a unique way with weaving thoughts. Pleasure reading this. Sending you light always

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/12/2023 4:17:00 AM

Thank you, your thoughts are so welcome and appreciated