the apparitions are few and far between now.
I saw them once,
very clearly.
the sanguine arias rose like ivy vines
and they hung over us when you spoke.
you said I needed to stop mistaking them.
you said I’d become afraid and superstitious,
making up ghosts over a sink full
of dirty dishes.
– sc
sheila sea 
Awesome! I love this.
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Thank you!
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I like how open this poem is, in the sense that it’s willing to let me in. It’s not just one person talking to another, if that makes sense.
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Yeah, I think I know exactly what you mean. Thank you for noticing that. It’s wonderful to hear. :))
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I’ve been there… They don’t come around as much these days..
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Glad it hear it. It can be really difficult to live normally with them looming around.
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Seems so effortlessly written. Those are usually the poems that you agonize over most. It’s beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.
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Haha, that’s so true. I remember ruminating over the right word to use for a few hours.. apparition ended up fitting exactly what I wanted to say.
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The best know how to make it look easy. Your writing is seamless.
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Aww gosh, thanks. 😊
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Loved this. Extremely creative.
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Thank you. :)))
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Interesting. Like everything you write Sheila. : )
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Haha, thanks Suzanne. I am but a humble weirdo, after all.
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Love your dialogue not only with those conversing within, but conversing to the reader!! 🙂
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I didn’t even notice that I created that shift until you mentioned it! Thank you. :)))
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Very well done!
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Thanks!
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I wanted to know if I could include this poem on an online writers’ and arts’ journal I am creating online. This work would still be your intellectual property. I would also put a bio on the journal and a link to your blog.
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That sounds cool! Email me, Daniel! sheilaseapoetry@gmail.com
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please remove it. I didn’t give permission for my poetry to be published elsewhere.
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I remember reading your email but I never responded because I’m attempting to get a book published. I can’t publish work that I dint have control over to remove at my own will and resubmit elsewhere. I hope you understand.
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I didn’t allow for my work to be copied and pasted on someone’s else’s blog. Please remove it, immediately.
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beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Awesome poem!
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Thanks. 🙂
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🙂
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Seems like you are entranced that the apparition visited you.
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Yeah but mostly I think it was an imaginary demon, looming over a doomed relationship. 😉
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Very powerful emotion expressed in this one. I look forward to reading more.
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Thank you!
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You are very welocme
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BUT DID SHE??? EXCELLENT STUFF!!! 🙂
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This is so wonderful!!
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Thank you. :)))
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The ghosts of past, present, and future, don’t let us go too easily. Beautifully penned.
P.S. – Thanks for stopping by our blog. 🙂
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Thank you so much. I enjoy the blog!
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Hi Sheila Sea. Being interested in the paranormal I like your poem. Thank you for liking mine Can You? Peace and Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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I really enjoyed your poem. Thank you so much for coming by. 🙂
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Damn I don’t know how you do the magic so consistently.
“you said I needed to stop mistaking them.
you said I’d become afraid and superstitious,
making up ghosts over a sink full
of dirty dishes.”
awesome
(I realize I commented on this one before. So fun to come back and read something again from a whole new place, a whole new angle, while the words are still the same. And not. As we are always changing, so does it alter that which is around us. These minds, so mysterious.)
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haha, you always bring a smile to my face, Suzanne. Thank you, I try my best. :))
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