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Saturday, March 3, 2012

Ghost Walk

No Song to Me in the Numb Hours - Kenia Cris

I feel your presence
As I wander through the woods,
Your phantom hand entwined in mine.
In my mind I can see you
In a simple wooden chair,
A reluctant angel
Emotionally bound to this world
That no longer holds you,
A vision that lingers
For just a moment
Before slipping back into vapor,
Leaving the chair
Just as empty as my heart.

15 comments:

ccchampagne.com said...

Very sad, but very beautiful! Fits very well with the prompt, I think!!!

Mystic_Mom said...

You did a wonderful piece for that perfectly haunting photo...very nicely done!

Kerry O'Connor said...

A very cryptic and eerie piece, with many questions left unanswered in the readers mind... a sense of loneliness pervades.

Kay L. Davies said...

This is beautiful, Mary. I felt hints of the same kind of feeling when I looked at the photo, but nothing gelled into words. I'm glad, because your words are perfect.
K

Laurie Kolp said...

A vision that lingers
For just a moment
Before slipping back into vapor,
Leaving the chair
Just as empty as my heart

... I really like that ending, Mary.

Heaven said...

This is so sad...I like that we chose the same picture ~

"Leaving the chair
Just as empty as my heart. "

http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/2012/03/numbed.html

Fireblossom said...

Touching and beautiful. This is a wonderful take on the prompt.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Beautiful and emotional, and oh, those last two lines!

Kenia Cris said...

A haunted presence is exactly what I wanted to picture in this collage. :)

Thanks for a great piece!

Margaret said...

...an empty chair holds so much emotion in a photo. I know I am drawn to benches and antique chairs.

Well done, moving poem.

Mary said...

Beautifully expressed sadness in this poem!

Susie Clevenger said...

Sad but beautiful

Herotomost said...

My wife calls me the emotional little bitch in the family, pardon the language but I can't give it up because it is just who I am....lol. I love these types of poems, the emotional value is high and truth is wrung out of great emotion....great poem, great horizontal writing...great span but equally great depth. Loved it.

Lolamouse said...

This is haunting and beautiful. I can feel the sadness.

Debi Swim said...

Haunting and beautiful - lovely piece