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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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