Loved this when you posted it the first time. I looked through some of my own poems I was gathering for a thing, and to my mild surprise thought 'so many ghosts'.
"I hadn’t thought about how ghosts and poetry might come from the same place."
Perhaps because poems *are* ghosts. They tease and terrify, rummage and stir things up. They can change the temperature in the room. They may, or may not, have a message. And if you're writing, you may sense their coming long before the words break through. It's what separates them from prose, from the material word.
Loved this when you posted it the first time. I looked through some of my own poems I was gathering for a thing, and to my mild surprise thought 'so many ghosts'.
"I hadn’t thought about how ghosts and poetry might come from the same place."
Perhaps because poems *are* ghosts. They tease and terrify, rummage and stir things up. They can change the temperature in the room. They may, or may not, have a message. And if you're writing, you may sense their coming long before the words break through. It's what separates them from prose, from the material word.