In a child’s eyes,
abandoned on the wall,
the pilgrim sees only
the duplicated ghost
of his own passing.
Later,
elsewhere,
a child’s eyes
close in time to the music
of a mother’s voice.
In the depths of night,
a pilgrim
treads the fields
of a child’s dream.
April 13, 2017 at 22:36
I enjoyed this, Alan. Really like the effect of the BW echo image and the idea of a ‘duplicated ghost.’ Wishing this pilgrim rich journeys, wherever they lead.
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April 13, 2017 at 23:39
Many thanks, Melissa. I’ll keep hitting the trail. Hope all is well with you. Un abrazo desde Catalunya
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April 14, 2017 at 09:12
Merits more than one read x
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April 14, 2017 at 09:55
Thank you, Brenda
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April 14, 2017 at 09:55
Thank you, Brenda.
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May 7, 2017 at 19:20
Dear Alan, I liked this, the poem especially.
On Thu, Apr 13, 2017 at 10:18 PM, Walking in Mind wrote:
> Alan Nance posted: ” In a child’s eyes, abandoned on the wall, the > pilgrim sees only the duplicated ghost of his own passing. Later, > elsewhere, a child’s eyes close in time to the music of a mother’s voice. > In the depths of night, a pilgrim t” >
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