Aug 21 2008
Ghosts…
Ghosts playing shadow games
pretending neither is there
listening at the door
open, just a crack
certain in their skillful
invisibility
stupid in their self-confidence
yearning
to be
seen
heard
soothed
The corridors have
perilous turns that
lead to a dead-end maze
the steps must be
retraced
revisited
re-seen
A backward dance
towards truth
a light shone
on the puzzle
What cannot be
admitted
or said aloud
serve as lyrics
for the confusion
and
distrust
and keeps the
hover
going -
keeps each
outside
the door - waiting
Suspended
copyright 2008
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Haunting
are you making fun of me, darlin’?
sarah
What a beautiful, intriguing and perfectly disturbing piece of poetry. Reading it over a second and third time caused me to switch mysoundtrack from Pink Floyd’s “On the Turning Away” to “Is there a Ghost” by Band of Horses. Rarely does anything disrupt the flow of my itunes when on shuffle.
“What cannot be
admitted
or said aloud
serve as lyrics”
Superb! and all too true especially about the ghosts yearning to be soothed.
‘perfectly disturbing’ i had to laugh when i read that because it made me think i was perfectly disturbed when i wrote the piece. yes, ghosts do demand a certain amount of attention, it’s true.
sarah
I particularly liked that bit. Love the picture, as well. Well done!
-smith
isn’t the picture wonderful? i loved it too. thank you, smith - it’s nice to get another poet’s perspective.
sarah