 |
 |
 |
| |
Ashes
Figure at the window
No substance or real shape
Wraith like
Tap, tap on the pane
Moth's wings beckoning to a naked flame
Open the door
Welcome
No one there
Fear
Just a murmur in my ear
Voice of you all too clear
Hope
Or the lies of the winds whispers?
Telling me you've come home
Telling me the nightmare wasn't real
Telling me September is a good month
Telling me that eleven is a lucky number
Telling me no one is lost'¦'¦
Let the whispers of the wind be true
Resurrect me
For I'm also dead
Want to comment on this Poetry?
Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
|
 |
|
[Back to top]
|
|
|
|
| I like this very much. It comes over like cinema - fast flashes of sight, nothing ponderous. It's a clear picture of grief, the long silence after the funeral and nobody phones about it any more. It's brave even to attempt this theme. |
 |
Comment by: stevo32 - 2006-11-23 14:21
|
|
| Very nice work, a piece that draws out emotion. I would not be surprised if everyone who read this came away from it thinking something different. |
|
|
| David, your flow is rhythm is dead on with this one...almost lyrical with its repetition. Great tribute bud. |
|
|
I love it. The words, the meaning.
"Just a murmur in my ear
Voice of you all too clear"
=Wow
It's kinda romantic, a little scary, because the reader doesn't know if it's a nice spook, and the rhythmen and the words make me feel like an eerie voice is whispering the words in my ear. |
 |
Comment by: Khema - 2006-11-13 11:35
|
|
fragrant ghosts always speak to us when we listen closely ... but we must be ware not to allow our own issues to mask the truth of the moment.
very well done...Love it.
K~ |
| 1 2 3 4 Next |
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
