Haunted

 

 

Take all the shadows off my pristine wall

Let me paint and dress myself in glossy case

Banish the mirror with its open cracked face

Shut my ears so no voice in my head can call

 

Let the past be with its endless weary thoughts

Let me hold my own and dance in every hall

Crippled stiletto heels I can still walk tall

Let me build a gold cage of a thousand forts

 

Where is the blues and pain I erased it all

Filled and varnished every crack there ever was

Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars

Pretend there was a summer never a fall

 

Still on starless moonless nights you will find me

Slowly scratching beneath the surface veneer

All my fleece lined finery can’t keep me dear

From the baying voices that won’t let me be

 

I can try to run from the thoughts in my head

Too often now I know the past is not dead

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' .. Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars - Pretend there was a summer never a fall .. '

Wonderfully descriptive, such a great use of metaphors, beautiful tableaux of how!

I think of memories as being experience, lessons learned;once felt or endured they can only guide us in the direction best for the individual. We cant escape, cant wholly forget but can be led along a better path. Perhaps?

[Lily Mae]

I love every single word. It took me deeper and deeper into my own journey as I read this...xo

[MOON]

Thanks Lily Mae for stopping by most appreciated.
Take care

[Rob Santana]

What a beautiful piece moon, well penned.

[MOON]

Thank you so much!

[captain]

Beautiful words Moon, we often run from the past but still it haunts us if we do not accepts it. Very nice!

[MOON]

thank you so much most appreciated.

[Coyote Poetry]

To be haunted by thoughts and memories I do understand. I like your description and the story in the poem. I enjoyed the complete poem. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[MOON]

Thank you Coyote for stopping by

[J. J. Nightingale]

The past holds me still .. keeps me from flying, and from climbing any hill

We live where and when we choose, we may sing a happy song, or we can sing "the Blues"

I hear you .. Good thoughts .... Jazz

[MOON]

Thanks Jazz for your kind comments!

[rnuff]

WOW very moving and poweful really. Enjoyed

[MOON]

Thank you so much

[An owl on the moon]

So deeply moving.. filled with a passion of the poet.. How those ghosts can move across our minds even as the years go by.

[MOON]

Thanks Craig so much for the review.

[Tree]

You can really feel the passion, and the searching in the speaker's words. Wrestling with the past, for control of soul. This reader can relate to the cornerstone of your poem. Well done, Moon

Diego

[Empirik]

Yes...Wow! You have a way with writing about such a complicated aspect of life, and still you can describe your heels, the state of your mind and even what would help distract you from yourself. I absolutely love how personal this feels, and your style is something I sometimes wish I could employ in some of my thoughts. Good job!!! :)

P.S. Thank you for you uplifting review!!!

[MOON]

Thanks for the lovely review , take care!

[Sami Khalil]

Still on starless moonless nights you will find me



Slowly scratching beneath the surface veneer



All my fleece lined finery can’t keep me dear



From the baying voices that won’t let me be
Yes , we can find the real Moon , a poetess full of love and aching passion that evokes wonder within in our souls...Awesome...:)

[MOON]

Thanks Sami for the lovely review and your very kind words.
Most appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)