Ghost

Since your passing, every living thing takes on your form

Smell of flowers, hum of bees, rain's showers, shade of trees, even the storm

A spider carefully weaves its web, a morning tide's ebb, you seen in each one

Breath in humid air, a whisper in a creaking stair, flecks of dust in the sun 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Nicely rhymed piece here. Grief does not let go easily. Reminders of what has been lost can be seen everywhere. Only when the emotional mind is ready to let go of the departed will the similarities cease.

[Soren]

Thanks so much John I appreciate the read and comment my friend

[Michael Sun Bear]

I love this. It is so gentle, turning toward joy rather than sorrow over a loved one’s passing. For me it is very spiritual. As a lifelong seeker and student of various spiritual traditions of the world, particularly Sufism, I see, or at least accept, the unity of all creation. Paramahansa Yogananda after answering a disciple’s question, liked to end with something along the lines of: “Remember, we and our world are just a dream of God, or Divine Mother, a term he favored. My Sufi Order opened gatherings with a prayer beginning: “Toward the One…” recognizing the unity of all. So your poem resonated strongly for me.

[Soren]

Having studied many religions I side with none but would be closest to Spinoza's view and panphysicism that holds much of that, that everything is connected and we are all part of a greater whole, nature. Thank you so much for the read and comment it is deeply cherrished

[Thomas W Case]

The world becomes a gallery of your absence, painted in fleeting glimpses of memory.
Even in small things, your presence hums louder than the silence of loss.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Thomas your words of interpretation and most valued.