Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Spirits of the Season

I miss the ghosts of Christmas past,
The faces long since gone who graced
This festival with their presence.

I shall not name them, but they come,
Marching toward me, one by one,
With memories of fond moments.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:44 PM

    Free verse of the day!

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  2. John Enright6:03 PM

    It's too metrically regular to quite qualify as free. But it's closer to free than I usually write, especially since there's not a single pure end-rhyme!

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