Poetry Blogs (2018, ghosts)
I know you don't
want to think of me.
I don't want to
think of you either.
But the more I resist,
the more your ghost
It makes no sense.
Hardly a day goes
by that you don’t
cross my mind.
it infuriates me
that someone who
pushed me over the cliff
has a choke hold
on my soul.
what I cannot
Saturday 22nd December 2018 7:36 pm
Twas the night before Christmas
When starless darkness held the night
With howling wind and sleet;
All through the house was ne'er a light
Dark, and a door that creaked
And despite the fire, twas cold as snow
Only the low fire flicker
Could lend the room a ghostly glow
And light the undecked tree.
I crept towards the bottom stair
Mouse-still and watching
A creak, a...
Friday 14th December 2018 2:17 pm
A fiendish reminder that the past
is around and within us
A memory, a mood
a startled cry, a stifled laugh
worm their way into our weary hearts
and we fade into a history reborn
The ghosts dormant and still
awaken in that undefended moment.
Monday 10th December 2018 7:37 am
Above The Light Of The Morning Star
Pity the dark eyed man who chases sleep.
Yet, pity more, the man who finds that realm
and dances with his friends, long gone,
then wakes to find such loneliness in his heart.
A father’s hand laid gently on his shoulder
or a mothers kiss to say farewell on leaving.
These are the magic lanterns
of the ghosts that are their ghosts....
Tuesday 11th September 2018 7:45 pm
They say we carry the dead with us,
And most are surprised by the weight.
We hoist them up on our shoulders,
And imagine our strength is adequate.
But invariably we fault and stumble.
We stagger and trip and fall
We can’t see a way out of this trouble
Each partition becomes a wailing wall
We drop them in the middle of our marriage.
We trip over them when we try...
Thursday 12th July 2018 12:15 pm
When I have gone
what waits this room
with its vacuum
where I sat?
my chair sits sightless
musing at my absence
midst space bereft
my music play on?
After I have left
ask my empty bed
all sheeted void
about my dreams
my mattress dent
minding my long night wraiths
maintain my ...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 4:39 pm
In the grey cloudlight of a pre-dawn moon
something stayed my dream
a stray insistent noise heard through sleep
the uncertain call of the hunting owl:
I am knelt naked at the window -
beneath, the frosted grass glimmers in the pale creamglow
hazy through the early swirls of mist
but not a shade or waft disturbs the spectral scene
although my flesh seems chilled by some slig...
Sunday 11th February 2018 11:23 am
This old farm cottage of mine
keeps all my years safe
for it knows my secret ways
There are shadows in the shadows
but in some rooms
my sons have hidden smiles
to lead me in
There is more solitude indoors
but here and there
she has retained a past caress
to warm me
The old mirror we found at market
still retains her ghost
Tuesday 16th January 2018 4:05 pm