The Ghost


The young child builds in
Someone watching and judging
Then often spends their
Whole so-called grown up lifetime
Disassembling this shadow


About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on September 20, 2014, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Not enough fertilizers when growing up.


  2. If one is wise, anyhow 😉


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