Playful Ghosts

The playful ghosts I conjur at will

of what lived once and what lives in me still

sound sweeter as they drift away

and hold more charm now as they've had their day.

( ugly is not near so ugly when veiwed from far away ).

A slow death now for fearful fretting

a death sentence to memory is merely forgetting,

and all left behind is the dusty laughter

of what had once been and died shortly after

( a comedic soap opera, but faster, much faster).

They cannot haunt me, I will not let them

I won't lock them out, I will not forget them

I am not burdened, I am not sore

I am with them now as I was before

( lonesome no more.. lonesome no more)..
 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Oh to take the hand of such a ghost ... and dance with it. The eye contact wld be something. And as for the conversation ... The notion of finding company with ghosts at the end of the poem is quite a thought. Though having said that compared with a few of the living I can think of ... And you make me wonder about which ghosts I wld chose to be in the company of. And what sort of ghost might I make ... For this poet haunting people might be the only way to find an audience.

[Edward Clay]

"... veiwed from far away )." - i'm being really picky here, but the period should be inside the last parenthsis!

i especially liked the enjambement within this poem - it flowed, and gave certain lines sometimes, a differnt meaning, when read out of context of the line that followed it. which gives this poem a few different pictures, each painted from a different perspective.

this was chilly. and i like that.

[mattavelli]

This is great.
I like the rhyme.
Memories are fun. :)