For the Daily Post prompt: ghost

Just to prove practice is worth it, another ghazal. Better, I don’t know, but certainly easier.


Among the roses, in the place we loved the most,

I thought I saw behind heat shimmer’s veil, a ghost.


Running through the blooms I caught but a fleeting glimpse,

The sunlight through the leaves, a face so pale, a ghost.


The memories of you and I, sweet summer scents,

I lift my face to seek you there, inhale a ghost.


Beneath the falling petals side by side we sat,

Those lost times fading into image frail, a ghost.


Illusions haunt me still though you will not return,

Through quiet tears the roses’ scent is stale, a ghost.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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