Open Poetry #32 |
Haunted By The Ghost Of Your Passing (Repost from some time ago) |
hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Haunted By The Ghost Of Your Passing I am haunted by the ghost of your passing near the window fleeting glimpses of your reflection fingers splayed to catch the sunlight your giggling childish voice begging me to come outside to play My mind has frozen still picture images of blond ringlets sprung to frame angelic face and time has thieved ten years from me or was it only yesterday My hands still feel the subtle texture of downy hair that softened tiny back like velvet beneath my fingers as you curled bath damp upon my lap and slowly drifted off to sleep I am haunted by the ghost of your passing weeks on end in colorful hospital rooms as daily you paled and thinned dissolving into yourself and the bed on which you lay fighting battles there was no hope of winning My mind has frozen still picture images of tiny white casket covered in blanket of pink roses and in a moment I’ve lost all sense of time your tombstone claims you lived three short years though it couldn’t have been more than a heartbeat, a second, a breath My hands still feel the subtle texture of sifting dirt between my fingers ashes to ashes dust to dust and I crumble to the ground longing to feel you close as you sink further from my reach Ten years have passed and still I wake longing to hush your cries and soothe your pain if only in my dreams and tonight you danced for me golden hair sparkling ephemeral vision disappearing leaving me haunted by the ghost of your passing ~ Ruth |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
This makes my heart ache. Hugs to you dear lady. Chris |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Words fail me, Dear Ruth. I am so choked up with emotion after having read this poem of such pain and sorrow ~ yet of incredible beauty and grace. Love & Eternal Light, Linda |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ruth "Ten years have passed and still I wake longing to hush your cries and soothe your pain if only in my dreams" Time has no meaning for love and loss...it just is. Heart hugs. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
the ghost never goes away...but it's just tolerable |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
HootieGal~ Such a poignantly moving read~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Ruth, First of all let me say that this poem made me I have never been more touched by a single poem in my life, this piece is exceptional in it's longing and the love that one can tell it was written with, if ever there was a poem that should be published for all the world to read, THIS is it Take care, Jeff |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ruth, this is one of the reasons Passions is so great...it gives a venue to those who truly have compassion, and who can write about life. This is why we love you so, and miss you even more. Welcome home, lady... |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
So sad... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
hoot, An excellent write. Children should outlive the parents. But no one ever said life was fair. Take care |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Ruth..so very sad. Maree. Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
It's always good to come home if even only for the minutes I sneak from my busy life. Thank you all for the comments and the support you continue to show me through these years. My muse seems only a fleeting image nowdays and writing in scattered. Perhaps sometime soon words will flow from my pen once more |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Some poems end before the last word...and some, like this one, never end whether they're ever written or not. Well done. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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