* Waiting Comments

It's great among the greatest!

You've used the analogy of the ghost to great efffect here... isn't that exactly how ghosts are? Lost tween time and place waiting for someone/something to release their spirit from the anguish that they feel. I like the effects your poem had on me, it resonates deeply. A most poignant write. HG: -) xx

It is better to know who you are even if it you are a ghost. Make the best of it.

Utterly heart-wrenchingly enchanting. Not a spell-binding word wasted. t x

Linda, you have made the saddest tale so beautiful. Your poem flows like music - the phrasing, the choice of words, the honesty of your emotional angst (never indulged in) . Ironic that pain can press such beautiful creative buttons. A stunningly beautiful poem. Love, Allie xxxx

Linda, this is so sadly beautiful it brought a lump...

while reading your above poem i recall Oscar Wilde who said -We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Liked your poem very much Linda-great poem