(Poem 176 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Beyond the veil of the living
is the plain of the between,
where people linger after death
unable to be seen.
Only those who can’t let go
reside in this murky space,
but each lost soul has a story to tell
if someone can show them grace.
A Ghost Whisperer is sometimes summoned,
a spirit’s only hope,
communing with the voiceless ones
to help the living cope.
For usually, those who remain
feel burdened by an unexplained weight.
No sense can be made of their grief
or their loved ones’ undetermined fate.
If a satisfactory resolution
can be settled upon at last,
the ghost will finally release their hold
and accept that they have passed.
@Home Studio – 176th poem of the year (Inspired by the television show The Ghost Whisperer.)
Hewitt, Jennifer Love, Ghost Whisperer, Sander/Moses, CBS, 2005-2010.
Runner ups for the Ghost Whisperer photos to accompany my poem:
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