Inside Out

that burgundy washed dusk
when the sea switched places with the sky,
warm clouds washed stars over our feet,
far above, old ghosts floated on their backs,
while we turned the pockets of the earth
inside out
looking for things we should have said.

 

Quadrille: a 44 word poem
Linked to the Dverse Poets (Prompt: Ghost)

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51 thoughts on “Inside Out

  1. Wow! I love ‘that burgundy washed dusk / when the sea switched places with the sky’!
    Such beautiful imagery of clouds, stars and old ghosts. And I just gasped at those lines:
    ‘…we turned the pockets of the earth
    inside out
    looking for things we should have said’.
    They are so very poignant for me at the moment and made my eyes sting with tears.

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  2. Another fine poem–love the notion that clouds, which I sit for hours watching the abstract sculptures appearing–every kind of animal, person & thing–ghosts on their backs indeed–inverted, fleeting, untouchable.

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  3. I totally agree that this is a gem of creative inspiration. Amazing imagery that makes one see/feel the beautiful possibilities of an upside down world, yet tugging at our hearts in the end. ❤

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