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 …