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Saturday, July 5, 2014

Lost


Lost

Ah the ghosts of my blind love-image
run with arms akimbo flutter-fast-flailing
beneath the flapping of the blood-cape,
once wrapped shroud pure-light-tight
now assundered-torn, dragging-heavy
dark-drenched in filth

Ah the ghosts run until ragged, desperate
for a candle to light their mission to regain
the hill of simple-spun  unconditional love
upon which they thought they could
they would, rest -  in the soft rain of 
forevever



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20 comments:

  1. "in the soft rain of
    forevever"
    Beautiful!

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  2. I had always imagined ghosts searching, searching but not really expecting that delicious rainy softness to rest in forever. You have changed my mind! Thought provoking almost enticing.

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  3. Beautiful use of the given words Dr Pearl! It runs smoothly in a natural sense!

    Hank

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  4. This has a wonderful musical quality..flip flapping like ghost arms throughout..i would not want to be lost in between..

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  5. on a cloudy day, ghosts are rampant in a small setting. they are said to appear when there is a blackout in the farm areas. I don't know if I'm scared or ecstatic, your last words are deep and heartfelt.

    Jamztoma

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  6. ghost of my blind love image.. says so much. beautiful.

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  7. Great and vivid evocation of ghosts we'd rather not encounter! I like the analogy with the soul. Like the soul that can only rest when peace is achieved, these ghosts need love to stop their restless haunting.

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  8. All strive for that unconditional love....the foreverness & the soft rain.

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  9. i wonder if those restless ghosts will ever find that light once more...or eternally be on that quest...

    really a great sense of movement in the opening stanza...the use of rhyme, consonance, alliteration really pull it along...akimbo is such a cool word too....nice play....

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  10. Those ghosts can be hard to manage at times..

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  11. Love the ' arms akimbo' (new for me) ~ cool sounds they make, your ghosts! ps: my email is working now, ths. :)

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  12. I love the image of the ghosts running "with arms akimbo, flutter-fast-flailing".

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  13. I really like that soft rain of forever...it feels so soothing after the restlessness of the ghosts and their constant searching.

    Elizabeth

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  14. A lovely poem, I enjoyed the clever use of wordplay and alliteration.

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  15. It seems that we are all running desperately in search of unconditional love. Fabulous piece!

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  16. Positively vivid. I can see what you described quite well.

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  17. Very clearly described... I could imagine the ghosts in their capes..

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  18. Soft rain ... really gorgeous.

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