Even Ghosts Yearn

Natural light preferable
to artificial – not the harsh
fullness of noonday sun
but softly filtered rays –
luxurious…
inviting

Love too, should be subdued,
gentle as a zephyr –
not mythical, but yielding…
mindful
not worshipful nor boastful
but comforting…
warm

I am waning light
the mistral wind wafting
no longer a force of nature
but smoke, spiralling
vanishing into non-existence

And yet,
even as shadows spread
I yearn – heart
beating true
not lost,
not forgotten,
but withdrawn…
humbled

passion mellowed
by years of constructing walls –
grit and tar –
scar’s long buried
save the limping gait
of a ghost.

(Even Ghosts Yearn first appeared here in July, 2018. Image my own.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

54 thoughts on “Even Ghosts Yearn

    1. Thank you. Btw, thought I was following you, but see that it didn’t take. Tried again, and it still didn’t work. Not sure if it’s me or you? Have you had trouble with followers.

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      1. 😍thanks for your promptness, VJ.
        honestly… it happened sometimes but only because I prefer to be notified for each post of the person I follow, especially to not lose any post shared; also, because I opted to be notified when comments arrive… [it’s enough for not getting my mail loaded too much]; [so I guess depends on options… in case [if] the WordPress platform is 100% functionally] 😉

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  1. Absolutely beautiful – and beautifully read! I’m drawn especially to the spiraling smoke … rising higher and thinning/blending with surrounding All … this resonates as a glorious escape!

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      1. Yikes – 5 surgeries on the same knee? I tense at the thought. Fingers crossed for both of you that Ric’s recovery this round can be complete. (If only bodies could be predictable!)

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      2. Thanks Jazz. Hard not to be worried. This is the knee the became infected – he’s still on mutli anti-biotics. They are talking about sending him to our local hospital for rehab which will help both our spirits.

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  2. This says it all – passion mellowed
    by years of constructing walls, grit and tar
    scar’s long buried, save the limping gait
    of a ghost. Muses of emotions conveyed in this poem. 🙂

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  3. Beautifully presented!
    The combination of the image, your reading, and the poem presented – it really touches me on so many levels. I showed your post to Younger Daughter (an aspiring poet) as a lovely idea for presenting her work.

    My favourite lines which really captures where I am right now:
    “I am waning light
    the mistral wind wafting
    no longer a force of nature
    but smoke, spiralling
    vanishing into non-existence”

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