by Stacey Mamasaid
Member since:
August 15, 2006

Phantom Fingers

September 29, 2009 01:26 PM UTC
views: 0 | comments: 10

 

Warm breath,

Magic fingers,

Trust evolves,

Death still lingers.

 

Phantom thoughts

Meant to charm

Naïve victims

Never alarmed.

 

Holy terror

Wayward son

I believe

His will be done.

 

Moving on

Leave the past

Haunting memories

Seem to last.

 

Clammy hand

On my shoulder

Do we grow wiser

Or just grow older?

 

(c) Stacey "Mamasaid" D 2009 All Rights Reserved

Comments: 10

Darlene B. Sep 29, 2009, 1:41pm UTC
We grow older. I enjoy reading your poetry.
Cheryl W. Sep 29, 2009, 1:45pm UTC
Good one! Love this.
Erin S. Sep 29, 2009, 2:22pm UTC
This is really cool.
Erin S. Sep 29, 2009, 2:22pm UTC
Perfect for a chilly autumn days like today.
Cindy B. Sep 29, 2009, 2:49pm UTC
Great poem! =)
d d. Sep 29, 2009, 3:50pm UTC
Wise and older!
Kathryn Flynn Sep 29, 2009, 5:32pm UTC
wiser.


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