August 2020
Bio Note: So much sorrow these past two years has tried to break my soul as a writer and person.
I’ve lost my parents and my dog. I battled and beat malignant skin cancer.
I am a published children’s book author and a poet, saved by science and hope and books and words, yours and mine.
I am a published children’s book author and a poet, saved by science and hope and books and words, yours and mine.
Don't Give Up the Ghost
Windows open, fools rush in.
Moths and memories mingle
in the loneliness of a silent night symphony,
ghosts scrambling for seats, circling,
an ambush intervention.
A phone rings, somewhere, wrapped in warped notes, but
quiet and close enough to hear,
long-distance calls.
Voices familiar, unchanged by time.
Words whispered, carried
in invisible shots of bulleted breeze:
“Don’t give up.”
“Don’t give up.”
Do you hear this
Or is it just me?
©2020 Pamela Ross
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