The Medium

Hauntings The word is the ghost from my past that haunts me. When the word comes to my present, there is poetry. I gave you poetry tho the memory of the word was strong upon my soul. You became form, stronger than the word, but you lost control. The ghost from your past flows thru your soul like a mt. stream. Your ghost is as strong as memory seems real like a dream. Your ghost bubbles beneath the thin layer of ice on which I walk. You hide your ghost from your self, reveal it to others in silent talk. I read you with a poet's understanding of the word. I read me. We are birds, moving across the sky in flocks to confuse the hawks. -Rudy Thomas JLt'fflifflflB The Medium The famed poet, with the rounded head, drooping jowls and large concave ears, quoted verbatim from his illiterate neighbors. He didn't plagiarize but gave credit to each and every one. His hearers, including many of the literati of the small college town, paid rapt attention and oohed and aahed and applauded and applauded and gained wisdom through a medium unnecessary. Strange, isn't it, that they never hear or appreciate the same stories when told by those who maintain and clean their offices and classrooms. Perhaps the medium is necessary. -Bill Best 101 ...