Obstinate lone ghost,
messenger during long
silent hours of the night,
in stillness it brings hope,
tears; breathless kisses.
Like an incommunicable
dream, evening phantasm
suspended, unheard
murmurs in the air, gone
from the untimely tomb;
moldering bones wasting
in the wilderness beneath
the earth.
Weeping in everlasting
sleep, singing passionate
notes of love, fate, a vision
locked away thirsting for lips,
lovely, sacred; now alienated
lured to the living daring to
breathe in the secrets of being;
searching for life.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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Marvellous imagery here. Your words resonate deeply and really make one think. I love the way you choose your words and phrases to create a emotive piece.
Thanks.
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There is such emotional hunger in this one, Ann!
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excelent poem, Ann, I hope this finds you well. best wishes from Baldy 🙂
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Thank you so very much. Ann
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