...just something that came to mind after reading some poetry...
GHOSTS
sometimes,
in the darkness of the night, you can see them, feel their embrace. they might remind you of a whisper,
a smell or perhaps,
a color that displays itself long after you’ve closed your eyes. yet there they are, wisps of darkness that swirl and meander just beyond conscious sighs and finger’s reach mocking you harshly of your empty bed and solitude.
Sometimes we are simply haunted by memories and people in our past. Guilt hangs like sword of Damocles and all the sensations seem so real. Definitely a spectre of feeling in this one.
Given the hour, I feel this very much.
Ghosts, memories... hovering
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
couldn’t sleep Ana? those ghosts keeping you awake??? it’s funny, this poem posted 7 years ago s.. read morecouldn’t sleep Ana? those ghosts keeping you awake??? it’s funny, this poem posted 7 years ago still haunts...
thank you for time traveling back to this poem and leaving your footprints, I alway enjoy when you do so....
4 Years Ago
I time travel at night so it seemed appropriate to go way back. :)
Yes, always just an unseen glimpse away but aware, and ever watchful of the past, present and looking into the future of our soul.
Your words remind me that there are always bits of memory with us!
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thank you Sheila, yes they do linger, these ghosts.. appreciate your time and comment, glad you like.. read morethank you Sheila, yes they do linger, these ghosts.. appreciate your time and comment, glad you liked.
Oh yes.. they meander just beyond concious sighs..until one is awakened and wonders...a dream..a memory..haunting as they can be. Your poem is well written and intelligent, a delight to read. :) Julie
Those ghosts are not always that scary though. They are melancholy remembrances of the way things used to be. Do they mock us or are we the ones mocking ourselves? Sometimes I wonder. Just beyond the conscious.....yup, that is where they hang out. It's there they will "swirl and meander" till we evict them. Well written, Curt...a very "nice" write. Lydi**