That Hole, It Survives

A ghost sat

on me, relishing

in darkness

my colored

dance with her warm red hugs –

she left me nothing

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  1. #1 by CARL R D'Agostino on July 22, 2018 - 8:11 pm

    The nothing she left lasted 35 years. She’s dead now. I retqain everything. New and untarnished.

    • #2 by Carl on July 22, 2018 - 8:18 pm

      The untarnished part is the only fair part.

  2. #3 by (b)ananartista SBUFF on November 21, 2018 - 6:36 pm

    nice ghostly darkness

  3. #4 by clinock on November 28, 2018 - 12:54 am

    Hey Carl, it’s been awhile. It’s good to see you writing again. This poem is playing hide and seek in the big dark forest. ‘Like’ buttons are literally not working for me so I’ll be sending my likes wrapped up in my comments 🙂

  4. #5 by Carl D'Agostino on December 31, 2018 - 1:26 pm

    Best wishes 2019

  5. #6 by clinock on May 3, 2020 - 4:51 am

    Where are you? You are missed…

    • #7 by Carl on May 4, 2020 - 11:22 am

      I think I’ve had the worst kind of writer’s block…The kind where you tell yourself you are no good and you can’t possibly contribute anything. I appreciate your kindness…I’ve thought several times of putting some stuff out here, but I have been gun-shy!

      • #8 by clinock on May 5, 2020 - 12:12 am

        No guns in this neighborhood Carl, so don’t be shy. I’m glad to see you’re still with us and I understand creative block all too well, don’t we all! I always liked reading your poetry, I found it poignant, gritty, painful at times, and always bravely human.

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