tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post3690911848546271429..comments2023-08-07T06:47:28.676-06:00Comments on Poetry with me ...: A Woman in the House poets united thursday think tank #39-GhostsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-89827400201870700232011-03-13T21:10:31.860-06:002011-03-13T21:10:31.860-06:00Thanks, nino:)Thanks, nino:)flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-5513488140222288662011-03-13T19:41:33.678-06:002011-03-13T19:41:33.678-06:00Dear Pamela,
I love little stories in poetry. Dre...Dear Pamela,<br /><br />I love little stories in poetry. Dressed in mystery.ninotazizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06491437553562159354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-43100087540764403772011-03-12T21:24:20.640-06:002011-03-12T21:24:20.640-06:00ha ha ha! No, Madeleine, not Amityville but, the s...ha ha ha! No, Madeleine, not Amityville but, the south shore just the same.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-65833538801649200122011-03-12T20:16:32.971-06:002011-03-12T20:16:32.971-06:00Peggy, I am not sure I would want to,
maybe she&#...Peggy, I am not sure I would want to, <br />maybe she'll come find me.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-31713248016182115082011-03-12T20:15:21.442-06:002011-03-12T20:15:21.442-06:00One can only hope, Ella.One can only hope, Ella.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-63718414504057281302011-03-12T14:46:32.538-06:002011-03-12T14:46:32.538-06:00Was it in Amityville? Or was it a different Long ...Was it in Amityville? Or was it a different Long Island haunted house?Madeleine Begun Kanehttp://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-76125895049919696872011-03-12T14:00:17.017-06:002011-03-12T14:00:17.017-06:00Very scary indeed. Have you ever tried to paint he...Very scary indeed. Have you ever tried to paint her? I think you said somewhere you paint as well as write. The poem is well done too--imaginative and yet conveys a creepy mood.Peggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10811244438243200435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-66498082238525668862011-03-11T23:33:30.775-06:002011-03-11T23:33:30.775-06:00I love this, the apparition adapts! Well Done~I love this, the apparition adapts! Well Done~Ellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06070952447277684613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-54768330218116982092011-03-11T19:13:03.218-06:002011-03-11T19:13:03.218-06:00Yeah, Shay, she was a sly one. I hope that she
has...Yeah, Shay, she was a sly one. I hope that she<br />has found peace, because if not, she is tormenting<br />the family that lives there now. <br />Angie is a cute one, poor thing she was abandoned<br />on the streets here, barely 7 months old. <br />I hate people who do that.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-16543704742404447102011-03-11T19:03:11.222-06:002011-03-11T19:03:11.222-06:00I love how she changes with the surroundings. Poor...I love how she changes with the surroundings. Poor thing, I hope she finds peace. (see how real you made her seem to me?)<br /><br />PS--Angie is so cute!!!Fireblossomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07040525704916368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-55169636457968917632011-03-11T19:02:05.893-06:002011-03-11T19:02:05.893-06:00Mary, that is why my father never mentioned it
to ...Mary, that is why my father never mentioned it<br />to me while we lived there, thank goodness. I was<br />always waking up in the middle of night and <br />going/running to my parents' bedroom. Of course they said "it is just a bad dream, go back to bed". When I found out the truth, well, I am not<br />sure if I was really relieved.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-88880418823565244322011-03-11T17:57:05.978-06:002011-03-11T17:57:05.978-06:00Pamela, that is very frightening. In the house we...Pamela, that is very frightening. In the house we just recently moved from a young man had taken his life too. We heard that after we had moved in. It gave me an eerie feeling. I never felt his presence though, but it saddened me greatly...especially when I heard the story. Your poem was very good. Realistic. Eerie.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-86835934648169180032011-03-11T17:31:34.387-06:002011-03-11T17:31:34.387-06:00Yes, Eileen, she was in her twenties and it was
su...Yes, Eileen, she was in her twenties and it was<br />supposedly over unrequited love.<br />Thanks.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-40657183481825043132011-03-11T17:28:51.881-06:002011-03-11T17:28:51.881-06:00Pamela,
Wonderfully captured image through your wo...Pamela,<br />Wonderfully captured image through your words.<br />A sad reality .....<br /><br />Best wishes, EileenEileen T O'Neill .....https://www.blogger.com/profile/03325632298717325699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-22808640338787412502011-03-11T17:01:42.104-06:002011-03-11T17:01:42.104-06:00Elizabeth, it was a beautiful house with
3 bedroom...Elizabeth, it was a beautiful house with<br />3 bedrooms, 2 baths and a huge yard in<br />a very nice area of Long Island, but, <br />I was terrified in that house at night.<br />My father finally told me the story when we moved. My brother stayed behind to sell the house and whatever that was, it scared him to the point of going to our other brother's house in the middle of the night. <br />Unsettled spirits do exist.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-40453483983993835742011-03-11T16:37:16.540-06:002011-03-11T16:37:16.540-06:00What a wonderful piece of writing Pamela. So very ...What a wonderful piece of writing Pamela. So very evocative. Then to find it is true and the details so clear take on a whole nother level of meaning. You must have felt relief when you could move away. <br /><br />ElizabethElizabethhttp://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-43867740023265433752011-03-11T14:01:44.142-06:002011-03-11T14:01:44.142-06:00Sherry, my sister saw her more than once in
the su...Sherry, my sister saw her more than once in<br />the sunroom. True story. My parents bought<br />the house from a family whose daughter shot<br />herself at the top of the staircase. Not only<br />that, the house was built in 1910 and was<br />originally a butcher/slaughter house. A beautiful<br />house, but, it certainly had some history.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-62536365405760515912011-03-11T13:57:47.885-06:002011-03-11T13:57:47.885-06:00They're everywhere, Jingle.They're everywhere, Jingle.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-54976117675207834012011-03-11T13:57:07.092-06:002011-03-11T13:57:07.092-06:00Ollie, she was chilling for me.
Not a happy ghost....Ollie, she was chilling for me.<br />Not a happy ghost.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-31246330056976647782011-03-11T13:54:54.431-06:002011-03-11T13:54:54.431-06:00Yes, she was. My sister saw her and brother
was to...Yes, she was. My sister saw her and brother<br />was tormented by her.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-22862518361729277042011-03-11T13:53:56.297-06:002011-03-11T13:53:56.297-06:00Thanks, Lynette.Thanks, Lynette.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-44011004738948254472011-03-11T13:53:20.899-06:002011-03-11T13:53:20.899-06:00Yes, rinkly, the imagination of a child.Yes, rinkly, the imagination of a child.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-81774185102955414912011-03-11T13:49:05.468-06:002011-03-11T13:49:05.468-06:00Yes, she was, Kim.Yes, she was, Kim.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-14484153706515456022011-03-11T13:48:33.180-06:002011-03-11T13:48:33.180-06:00Chilling it was, Sherry.Chilling it was, Sherry.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898489019646958343.post-19778250491562412702011-03-11T13:47:58.030-06:002011-03-11T13:47:58.030-06:00Annell, I managed to write smoothly, to something
...Annell, I managed to write smoothly, to something<br />that terrified me as a child. She would never<br />leave me alone.flauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.com