there is no need
for you
to summon
my ghosts
they always
hover near
shimmering afterimages
at my vision’s periphery
murmur low
incessant
in curve
of my ears
silver inhale
and exhale
of my breath
static electricity
brushing against
nerveless fingertips
pack up
your chalk
crystal balls
Ouija boards
smoldering sage
you are not
needed
here
© 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Thank you for the generous share
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Wow! Remarkable poetry! ❤️
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Thank you Lucy!
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absolutely perfect
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Thank you so much. It is odd how after months of not writing, a single thought in my head can flow. . .
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Beautiful.
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thank you my friend!
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No extraneous mumbo jumbo needed, indeed.
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LOL. Thank you Bob.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – Ghosts
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It’s nice to see your poems again, even if it took ghosts to bring one about! 🙂
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What a lovely thing to say! Thank you.
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