I wander unknown streets, pavement hard beneath my feet. City detritus blows in wintry wind, dust and grime of the sinned against and sinning, surviving in brick and cement, not living. Lost like a dog or cat, snow in my hair, I feel as if I was never there. Just a ghost in the burbs, I give you chills, blowing ice berry kisses to fields and hills.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd January 2023

Image by Aaron Wilson on Unsplash
This Tuesday at the dVerse Poets Pub, Merril is our Poetics host and asks: Are you listening? She says that, at the end of the year, there are many lists of the best of this or that. She was struck by the New York Times list of best podcasts of 2022, which can easily be inserted into a poem. To make it an even ten, Merril has added the title of the first podcast she remembers listening to, Serial, as well as This American Life, and her favourite podcast, Ghosts in the Burbs.
Our challenge is to choose at least two titles from the list and write a poem including the exact words of the titles within the poem. The word order of the title must be retained, but we can punctuate the longer ones. The poem can be in any style or form, and we may also use podcast titles as the titles of our poems.
I love the thought of how easy it can feel to be even more detached from the living when walking the streets in winter
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Thanks Björn. I’ve been feeling like that since the first time I was allowed out for a walk during the pandemic.
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Oh, so atmospheric, Kim. I love the ghostliness and the way you inserted the prompt words so seamlessly.
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Thank you Merril!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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the couplet rhymes mirror footsteps – bravo!
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Great job with the titles!
” surviving in brick and cement, not living. ” This line is sadly so true for far too many.
I am most smitten with the last line!!! “Ice berry kisses” —- delicious!
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Thank you Lill!
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just how i feel living in a large town when the country side calls.
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What a captivating poem Kim.
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Thank you Linda!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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A chilly but jaunty ghost.
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I like the idea of a jaunty ghost!
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They’re the least scary and the best fun to have around 🙂
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Brrrr! This one gives us chills! Well done. Kim!
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Thank you Dwight!
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We picked the same two and so did Ron. They do give a head start on the atmosphere. Nicely done, Kim!
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Thanks Lisa. Great minds think alike!
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You’re welcome!
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As Lisa points out three poets had a similar theme, and I was just thinking that it’s interesting that the ghost and lost are set in cities. I imagine one could feel very alone in a crowded city but I can’t imagine feeling alone in the woods or country.
A very effective poem!
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I agree. I never feel alone in the countryside.
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Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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We only have dry and rainy season here. Thanks for painting a picture of winter with your words. 🙂
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Maria.
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Nice use of form – the rhythm is very walkable! I like the theme of disconnect, and the kindness of your “ghost”.
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Thank you, Sarah. I do like a kind ghost.
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I really love the style and atmosphere in this poem. It’s great! 💕
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Thank you so much, Lesley!
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Everything about this is beautiful.
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Thank you Marilyn.
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Some of our sins do come back to haunt us.
Brings memories, nice write, Kim. Thank you.
And HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
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Happy New Year Jim!
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Very poignant and evocative piece, Kim ❤️
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full of atmosphere 🙂
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Thank you!
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I hardly agree Kim winter can’t have a cloistering feeling, especially when it’s snowing. I enjoy this my friend.🙂✌🏼❣️
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Thanks Rob!
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I feel every line of your poem, that is the definition of good poetry. Not certain I should share my son and I are heading down to sunny Florida Sunday morning for the remainder of January. Wishing you a healthy, happy 2023!
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Thank you, Helen, and a happy New year to you! Enjoy your time with your son in Florida.
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Beautiful write, I enjoyed the scenes you portrayed. Happy 2023. 🙂
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Thank you, Kitty!
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“Ice berry kisses” – just brilliant!
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I love how your poem made me feel, Kim. Almost like a snowflake when it’s not cold enough to stay on the ground, and it just melts… as if I was never there. Brilliant!
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What a lovely comment, Colleen. Thank you so much!
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You’re so welcome.
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