No Artificial Ghosts

Masks on a train

Friday evening starts the


Faces bland

yet eyes are focused


stroking tablets

fingering ipads


gossip and information

in an instant

not a word spoken……

reigns silent motion

yet, scattered here and there

the smell,the faint sound

of paper

organic texture

No wires attached

No invisible clouds

No artificial ghosts

hidden in the ether

Just black on white

but bold to touch…..

Thatcher Doran


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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