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The Haunting Image in Poetry

Sometimes images just grab us, won't let go, and haunt our psyche. Capturing these visceral images in poetry can prickle the hair on the nape of the neck. Listen to Charlie's commentary via the stream or the file download.

Morning At the Edge of the World

We stood on the cabin step
   arm in arm, and saw
beyond the sound of waves
   through thick gray Nova Scotia mist
the first faint light.
   Incredible how slow

how slowly
   the old man on his bicycle
appeared like a ghost from the south
   crossed the horizon
and disappeared.

     --Charlie Rossiter

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