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Two Ghosts: Poems
Two Ghosts: Poems
Two Ghosts: Poems
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LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateAug 22, 2008
ISBN9781465324054
Two Ghosts: Poems
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Lyn Rochelle

The poet, Lyn Rochelle, is also a playwright and an artist who works in collage. In this book, words are placed in colorful and diverse settings, becoming small movies, with the same sense of mystery and humor as her collages.

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    Two Ghosts - Lyn Rochelle

    Copyright © 2008 by Lyn Rochelle.

    Cover Design by Lyn Rochelle

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    Contents

    A THEORY OF CREATIVITY

    K 165/ PROOF

    SHORTCOMINGS OF IMMORTALITY

    THREADS

    BALM

    BUDDHA’S WAY

    GOING TO TIBET

    CALENDULA

    TREETOPS

    WHAT REMAINS

    MEMENTO

    THE WINDOW

    CAT

    ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT

    AMAZONS

    CHILDS PLAY

    A BEGGAR

    THE PROPER GUIDE

    MEDITATION

    A PHOTOGRAPH OF OCEAN BEACH

    SOUNDLESS

    TO WAIT

    TWO GHOSTS

    LADIES IN WAITING

    COFFEE BREAK

    EXCUSE

    OLD GIRL

    THE KARMA OF GRASS

    ARIES

    IN LOVE WITH BEAUTY

    NOVENA

    RECIPE

    HAIR

    FENCE

    AGAIN

    APPLE

    LEAVING THE BEACH

    THE TRAVELER

    IN THE DARK

    HAPPINESS

    GREEN

    DEAR JOHN

    LISTENING TO MUDDY WATERS

    ASLEEP

    A DECK OF CARDS

    THICKENING PLOTS

    THE LIFE I DIDN’T LEAD…

    THE DIRECTION OF WATER

    TIMING

    SNOW DRIFTING

    DAWN IN GREENE COUNTY

    THE CENSUS OF THE BIRDS

    JUDGMENT DAY AGAIN/ 9/11

    RILYA

    POINTS OF VIEW

    THE DOCTOR

    THE GIRL

    THE PHOTOGRAPHER

    ECHO LAKE

    BREAKING GLASS

    HOW KARMA WORKS

    LAST RITES

    DOWNHILL

    THE WITNESS

    HALLOWEEN IN PARIS

    THE PEACHES OF SAINT-PAUL

    MONKEY SHINES

    BLUE BLOOD

    BEST FOR LAST

    Dedicated to… .

    Dori, Jon, Alexandra,

    and all the cats we’ve loved.

    A THEORY OF CREATIVITY

    The bang that scattered vaporous mist,

    spread by design or not,

    became a ceaseless panorama

    of spinning worlds.

    Without science watching, black holes

    ingested the stars. There was no mystery.

    Where does the eaten universe go,

    but to the beginning, turning itself

    inside out like a worn sock?

    Nothing in the universe needs us

    but Art

    Art puts a shimmer on the Word,

    gives the Earth its heart.

    Only Art needs us.

    "The soul should always stand ajar, ready to

    welcome the ecstatic experience."

    Emily Dickinson

    THE NEXT PLACE

    I entered the church and stood at the back

    of the room of symbols. The glow of the

    Rose Window seemed to bring heaven closer,

    as saints and lambs were fixed in time

    and shaped by colored glass.

    Was this the next place for me? To be delivered

    by the redeemer, kneel in a pew

    on a velvet cushion, lean my head forward, and come

    to rest on wood, dare to talk to God

    in another way? Take a wafer on my tongue

    to chew or melt, I knew not which, and then

    become intoxicated by the Holy wine?

    Would the priest know that I was not like him,

    that I was just being born? Could he

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