Old Haunts

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I suspect we all get lonely sometimes. Ghosts and soap characters can be good company, but there is nothing like going out and meeting people to feel...alive! Essentially, it's a matter of self-confidence, believing in ourselves and others or how can we expect them believe in and have confidence in us?

Never let anyone tell you you're less of a person then they are, whatever inflexible socio-cultural-religious 'principles' they may throw at you.  We are all different and as I have said many times on both blogs, being different doesn't make us different, only human. 😉

OLD HAUNTS 

World, glimpsed

in its bed-sit windows

weaving fictions

around street corners

Cracks on a pane

chasing forgotten dreams

made whole again

(while the sun shines)

Lonely, a sad word,

like a weepy autumn mist

asking of the world

it answer to its ghosts

Hope, still  treading warily

through eternity

Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2011

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in  First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]