The ghost of a blade
slices arteries deep;
whispering words can
scream heart-songs to sleep;
invisible flames
scorch as well as a blaze;
impalpable fog
can extinguish sun’s rays.
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Powerful!
Yay! Thank you! 🙂
So wonderful it smothered my wood fire. I’ll be back when I relight it… You are a wonderful poet, dear. You wave your wand and take us to magical worlds… 🙂
Now if I could just wave that wand and get rid of this cold… 😦
But isn’t that why they call it Canada? Otherwise they’d have to call it something like… Florida. With universal healthcare. 😉
Oooh – Florida, with Universal healthcare. I’m IN!!
I feel like you captured the spirit of that tree in your image.
Oooh – thanks Rosy. That’s one of my favourite compliments ever!
🙂
Is that a Thomas Hardy reference?
Glad you caught it! I thought it was a fun tribute, since it has a rather Hardy moroseness to the piece. 🙂