I Am Ghost

for the dying, and the dead

I Am Ghost

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the tingle,

tease,

     ( silent scream in the night )

-

  the shiver of 

                   antici ....

  ...                                    .... pation

the ice  -  like touch

                          on flesh

and the whispering whispering whispering

of things unseen

-

I Am Ghost

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the haunting of memory

of guilt and remorse

    my feather  -  like touch

numbing feeling, causing bones

to bleed,  and igniting

                                   primal, primordial

                                                              thought

-

I am the death of something

both known, and unknown

-

I am ghost of yesterday

his  -  story is useless / dead to me

( learning nothing from the reconstruction

of treachery, )

hating gods and kings equally,

I am ghost of today

arctic shiver down spine

on this bright spring morn

an abundance of life erupting

from dirt

baby animals droppinglike

                                  Jeigerbombs

lost in the malignant night

in cheap  -  fashioned, second hand

 catholic guilt,

my substance starts to disintegrate

I can feel myself deteriorate,

I am becoming the very essence 

                                                 of migrate

     as my soul slips away,

I am ghost of tomorrow,

I wish

           , I dream,

a squeezed sneezed tightened fist

bones crack against unsolid mass

A shadow in the machine

I am Ghost

I feel your pain

in every fibre of my 

                          non  -  being

                    and becoming again 

                                           

                                     A Ghost 

                              ( scent of a rose ), x

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love this line: "hating gods and kings equally" . . . Love how your poem paints ghosts as being all over our lives, tucked in corners we hadn't even thought about, ghosts as impartial tormentors, being more playful & amused in their haunting ways than we may care to realize. This poem makes playful love to all the dark imaginings that go bump in the night (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

love your review, Margie, you can't help but make playful love to the dark imaginings that go bump in the night, is the lemon zest of life, lol, always appreciate, your time and insight when you give such glowing reviews, you are a star in your own orbiy, lol, hugs coming at ya,

[John the Baptist]

We are not talking about haunted house ghosts here, but of states of mind. Lingering painful memories are ghosts, as are the losses of meaning. Ditto the things of the present that bother us. About the ghosts of tomorrow I am not sure. They'll have to wait their turn.