PHANTOM

In the silence of late night
I feel the eyes
and in the darkness of deep winter
i sometimes hear the stealth.

He's there

First detected years ago
I thought , perhaps, imagination.
A flit in the corner of my eye
then time passed
and the clues
became more frequent.

Until
sometimes in crowded rooms
a full shadow sitting in the rear
who whisked away when focused on.

As loved ones as funerals passed by
and more autumns shed their leaves
as hair turns white and then turns loose
those features become more distinct.

Yet often for months
sometimes years
He is nowhere to be seen.
But he's there
waiting

And one day
Quite unexpected
perhaps as I trek
some deep woods trail
he'll call my name
when my time is done
and I'll be gone.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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Comments

Rula

6 years 11 months ago

Hello Stan

It's strange how each of us view "Death"
I think you've done a quite good job with your imagery.
I expect from YOU to come up with an extremely different coda as you've always get us used to.
A different take maybe on how you expect to receive this phantom? I'm sure you can do it!

scribbler

6 years 11 months ago

Hi Rula

I hope to be already dead before I'm aware I'm dead lol. But it's far more likely I'll just fade away like an autumn leaf turning brown

lovedly

6 years 11 months ago

tHANKX 4 D SUMMARY BELOW I have been seeing since age 5

As loved ones as(!?) funerals passed by
(and) more autumns shed their leaves
as hair turns(ed) white and then turns(ed) loose
those features become more distinct.

so very true r stan u
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tense wise
else ur wise
otherwise