Tuesday 4 October 2016

A theme revisited: ghosts

Have you ever noticed how the ghosts of the past creep into our heads crowding together and surreptitiously taking control of our minds? As the years go by, the ghostscape is thickening, and we are less and less able to resist their faint embrace.
Here is a poem on a theme revisited, which I wrote a couple of years ago.

LIVING WITH GHOSTS
And when the phantom of age
Looms irrevocable
Above the mists of our headful
Of memories
We burrow deep
Into the wrinkled trove
Painstakingly amassed
Of hollow trivia

The unravelled principles
Of youth
Still crying out at times
The inlets of bliss
Into the venomous mundaneness
The weeds of love
A lifetime’s worth

And images … countless images
The swell of sea
Once inside us
The fathomless blackness
Of wintery nights
Tipping precariously
Into the annihilating whiteness
Of the next morning

And the next …

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