Ghosts

Posted: June 16, 2018 in What Pegman Saw
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Today Pegman took us to Taşlıçay, Ağrı, Turkey. I scrolled around pictures for a while before finding this wonderful picture of blowing snow.

The old people say there are no ghosts left
that they disappeared after the great famine
took more than half the population of the village.
They are wrong.

On the edge of fields
I see ghosts
dancing in clothes so bright
they put the sun to shame.

Or, I hear them in the barn
telling jokes and laughing
until I think their sides might split.
If only they still had sides.
If only.

Sometimes these fragile ghosts
sit at my kitchen table.
I drink tea while listening to their stories.
Often I reach out to touch them.
Futile, I know.
I need no reminder.

They leave notes
We love you
Kindness is the root of happiness
Go to bed early
Feed the dog

I no longer have a dog.
But my children don’t know that.
Their memories are
from the times before
the soldiers came,
starving and mean.

 

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Comments
  1. Great poem. I have the same feeling about many of the dogs I’ve had in my life. I see them out of the corner of my eye.

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  2. k rawson says:

    Such an ache in this one. Really beautiful.

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  3. James Pyles says:

    “But my children don’t know that.” Heartbreaking.

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  4. Sarah Ann says:

    Such a touching piece, the reveal of who the ghosts are the end making this so much sadder.

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  5. pennygadd51 says:

    What a sad story, Alicia. The poor woman has lost everybody, family, even her pet dog. It’s super writing, gentle, oblique, detached, as though her tragedy is so great that she can’t even feel bitterness against the soldiers for the loss of her family. A fine piece of work.

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  6. Rea Ann Loomis says:

    I see the ghost. I like having them around!

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  7. Dear Lish,

    Beautiful poem. I love the notes the ghosts have left. So much story, so few verses. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Thanks, Rochelle. I have a friend who finds inspirational notes on her windshield some mornings. She’s finally met the fellow that leaves him, and they have become friends. He does this for many people in the neighborhood. That’s where the idea came from. Have a glorious day, Lish

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  8. Joy Pixley says:

    Beautiful and quietly sad. I wonder if the ghosts are real, or only something the narrator sees for his or her own comfort — and I suppose it doesn’t matter either way, when ghosts are all you have left.

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  9. 4963andypop says:

    Wow, what a twist at the end.

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  10. Heartwarming but with a sad ending, Alicia. I was thinking of older people. That was quite a twist at the end. Good writing as usual. —- Suzanne

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  11. There’s a yearning in this one, Alicia, a constant craving which reminded me of a K.D. Lang song. Your poem is a beautiful read. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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  12. Dale says:

    Soft and gentle and… at least her ghosts stay with her… in an odd way, she is not so alone

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  13. A tender and touching poem, I find it moving, especially the last line.

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