Like revenants
words
haunt me
Usually
unusual words
welcomed
for their novelty
Once
Pleonasm
shadowed my conversations
for most of a day
stopping my tongue
with its rude insinuation
that I say too much
Then there was that ghastly ghost
(Victorian, surely)
Solecism
hovering over my writing
whispering of dangling modifiers
and lapses of decorum
From the vault of the sky
Welkin
fell into my mind
Not always welcome
(Though I do rejoice
when that too solid spook
Spellcheck
fails to recognize
one of my more ephemeral phantoms)
Ah, sweet viridity
Plucky crwth
High flying hoise
Required retronyms
How I long for those innocent ghosts
daring me to let them breathe again
Now my thoughts revert
too often
to the more recently deceased
Get-together
Church
Restaurants
Date nights
Vacations
Invitations
Ah, I search for times lost
naught now but
remembrance of things past
and, mayhap,
(dare I hope)
future’s revenants?