This week’s prompt was inspired by a poem I read when visiting the Poets United blog of the week Poesia Torta by Kenia Cris. It kind of stuck with m e for a few days and I figure it would make an interesting prompt. The poem is below.
Sitting with ghosts
It's all in the way we live our lives
and the way we sit our ghosts
at the dining table.
We hold hands,
say our prayers
and eat together
from a choice of fear and angst.
We eat together and chat
about nonsensical dreams
of days to come.
We don't always get the joke,
still it seems the right thing to do
sitting there with ghosts.
~ Kenia Cris
What are ghosts? What are your ghosts? Are they the literal specters of souls who are not willing to leave this earth yet? Maybe they are your haunting memories of times gone by, or as I took from the above poem they could be the secrets we keep from one another. Ghosts can be interpreted or exhibited in many ways from the creak and cold of night to the ghosts we create in our head. This week share your ghost with us, made up or for real. We look forward to reading your haunting words.
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