My phantom friend


Orbs of light
dance before me.

Iridescent illusions
begging for attention.

Wisps of wonderment,
mesmerizing and bizarre.

Veiled splendor,
yearning for notice.

Hidden behind
a harsh reality.

And I say…
“I see you.”

My heartfelt wish
is that she’ll keep on dancing

And in nebulous purple,
she remains my phantom friend.

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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15 thoughts on “My phantom friend

  1. You have a way with words. This was eloquent and has me wanting to dance with your phantom friend. It’s like she may be dancing in a tropical place with one ray of the sun shining through if is it her own spot-light that she enjoys alone. I love it!

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    1. Thank you… I wrote this on a damp and foggy night, very mystical feeling. And looking outside at the lamppost, allowed my imagination to run wild. Don’t you just love it when that sort of thing happens?

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      1. Yes! and then my pen seems to develop a mind of its own and I really do not know what is written until it is finished. Then I sit back in utter amazement, not even knowing I had that inside of me. Those are rare cherishing moments. it was written with gravity and I was pulled in. 🙂 love your style and mind!

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        1. They really are rare cherishing moments, and half the time I just sit in disbelief and wonder the same as you. Then years or months later, I’ll come back and read what I’ve written, and I’m still amazed once again. I think we often surprise ourselves by what we’re actually capable of because it’s hard to believe in ourselves sometimes.

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