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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

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