Poetic Photographer


Wednesday, 7 August 2013

The ghost of me....

What I once was
was what I hide
until I met you
& became your bride
Time has passed
& the ghost of me
comes alive.


Brother Ollie said...

cool piece - tight poem MM

Mary said...

Nice to know a person with whom one can be oneself....ghosts and all. Nicely penned.

Lolamouse said...

Sometimes it's nice to see the ghosts again. Other times, not so much! Beautiful poem.

Anonymous said...

Your blog is wonderful!
I love these musings that you post and your photography is really original. :)

J Cosmo Newbery said...

We all need to find someone who can set us free rather than bottle us us.