Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform and The Sunday Muse
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Ideas, like ghosts (according to the common notion of ghosts), must be spoken to a little before they will explain themselves... ~Charles Dickens
I never believed in ghosts as a child
even though my grandmother seemed to
have meaningful conversations with them
I told God early "never give me that gift!"
as if it was something that I had a say in
now that I am older
I long for the proof of it
a glimpse of something unseen
a testimony that is louder
than the possible vague siting
on some show on TV
I dare you to walk through me
wake me up at night
with the moan from a thousand lost cares
speak to me
I will listen
I will believe now
your story will live on
and it will be true poetry.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
This is a poem to sit with for a moment and think about--what changes that the things we dream about or were afraid of as a child are now the things we don't need or would like to experience? Great poem!
ReplyDeletebe careful what you wish for - for not all ghosts have pleasantries or words of wisdom to impart!
ReplyDelete(these are the first thoughts musings that reach out in my mind) ~ yet, for those gifted, or cursed, they too understand the subtleties of a soul yearning for answers, even as adult minds desire concrete answers -
interesting image and interpretation of it
I so relate to this poem. My grandma loved telling ghost stories. I was always afraid to see one. But now, for seven years, I have so longed for a visit from a dear furry ghost.
ReplyDeleteI think this is great and shows the changes we can go through as we mature. As a child you didn't want the 'gift' but now as an adult, you'd like to know for certain that we survive physical death. Very well done!
ReplyDeleteCarrie, o loved reading this. A grandfatherly gift is the gullible grandchild. They believe almost everything their grandparents tell them. Legends and superstitions are favored. I hope your turn will come.
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How certain we are as children of what we do not want. I would consider it a miracle, but don't really know how I would react. Great poem, Carrie!
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem. I have only seen a ghost once in my life and it scared the bejabberz out of me
ReplyDeleteI like that the adult wants to experience what was once feared, as proof that it exists.. a validation.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful summoning and testament, evidence that the child has become more.
ReplyDeleteI dare you to walk through me
ReplyDeletewake me up at night
with the moan from a thousand lost cares
A call unlikely to be fulfilled unless he takes up the challenge! A good twist aptly supported by an appropriate picture, Carrie!
Hank
I do not believe in them, yet I have seen them...perhaps they are just what is left over, at that time of death. For a while we saw them often at Christmas time, we don't see them much anymore? I wonder...is it something I have done?
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