In Color of Ghost

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes. ~ Carl Sandburg

I shake my head and memories fall

along the edges of my sight,

an opus magnum and prayer shawl

fluttering free in morning light.

 

No more that matters, nothing to see,

the fog of you gathering gloom,

a flash of something no more to be,

dead flowers in an empty room.

 

Unhitching history from its post,

winds are weaving a pantomime.

You reappear in color of ghost,

another place, another time.

 

Sweet breath of laughter against my skin.

Intimate moments meant to last.

You lay down and died so deep within

that the last of our love was cast.

 

Iridescent wings fade into dust,

the thinnest hope of any thread,

before the raze of ripening rust

destroys the broken, leaves them dead.

 

I shake my head; and memories fall,

cascading softly to the floor

like shattered wings in a lonely sprawl,

entombed in time forevermore.

Author's Note

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'I shake my head; and memories fall,
cascading softly to the floor
like shattered wings in a lonely sprawl,
entombed in time forevermore.

So much pain in those four lines, dear Linda: hope faint, future awash with that darling's absence. You have always written with every pore of your body, leaving emotions turned, considered, then laid to hare. But seems with this, seems your thoughts have escaped.. (You)

[willweb]

A sorrow filled bouquet of words gently rhymed and whispered for only those of understand to hear. Beautifully done my friend.

[Betty Hermelee]

This is so heartfelt, so tender to the one you love, but is now gone forever; you still seem to be in a mourning state, with your prayer shawl draping over your shoulders; your words are sensitive, warm,caring
sentimental.....as your love reappears as ghost, but one of color; sweet memories: "sweet breath of laughter against my skin..."
Beautiful
Warmly, B