Haunted

Haunted

A Poem by MOON

 

 

Take all the shadows off my pristine wall

Let me paint and dress myself in glossy case

Banish the mirror with its open cracked face

Shut my ears so no voice in my head can call

 

Let the past be with its endless weary thoughts

Let me hold my own and dance in every hall

Crippled stiletto heels I can still walk tall

Let me build a gold cage of a thousand forts

 

Where is the blues and pain I erased it all

Filled and varnished every crack there ever was

Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars

Pretend there was a summer never a fall

 

Still on starless moonless nights you will find me

Slowly scratching beneath the surface veneer

All my fleece lined finery can’t keep me dear

From the baying voices that won’t let me be

 

I can try to run from the thoughts in my head

Too often now I know the past is not dead

© 2013 MOON


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' .. Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars - Pretend there was a summer never a fall .. '

Wonderfully descriptive, such a great use of metaphors, beautiful tableaux of how!

I think of memories as being experience, lessons learned;once felt or endured they can only guide us in the direction best for the individual. We cant escape, cant wholly forget but can be led along a better path. Perhaps?

Posted 8 Years Ago


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I really like your title- even though we try our best to change for the better, the past can always linger deep within our hearts, and therefore haunt us anytime in the future...

Posted 8 Years Ago


MOON

8 Years Ago

Thanks for stopping by , most appreciated!
Cascara (aka Sprint Goes Cascading!)

8 Years Ago

You're welcome.
The past will haunt always.

You said it beautifully here:

"Still on starless moonless nights you will find me
Slowly scratching beneath the surface veneer
All my fleece lined finery can’t keep me dear
From the baying voices that won’t let me be" - Bitter truth written wrapped in a few finely written exquisite lines!

Posted 8 Years Ago


MOON

8 Years Ago

Thanks Divya most appreciated!
Where is the blues and pain I erased it all

Filled and varnished every crack there ever was

Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars

Pretend there was a summer never a fall




this very metre caught my suspence..

from the tip of your pen to the depth of my consciennce !


Posted 8 Years Ago


MOON

8 Years Ago

Many thanks for the lovely review. Take care!
Prince Kenny Jr

8 Years Ago

u are welcome.
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AK
Your choice of words is impeccable! So well described and written. Keep writing!

Posted 8 Years Ago


MOON

8 Years Ago

Thanks so much!Take care.
AK

8 Years Ago

:)
' .. Now I stand here erect I could paint the stars - Pretend there was a summer never a fall .. '

Wonderfully descriptive, such a great use of metaphors, beautiful tableaux of how!

I think of memories as being experience, lessons learned;once felt or endured they can only guide us in the direction best for the individual. We cant escape, cant wholly forget but can be led along a better path. Perhaps?

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

poetry is art, great job

Posted 8 Years Ago


MOON

8 Years Ago

Thanks Mauricio, take care!
Very gripping! The imagery wonderful.......... great write!

Posted 8 Years Ago


MOON

8 Years Ago

Many thanks ! Take care
I get the haunted theme of this beautiful written, convincing sequence of bold assertions, excellent well done dear Moon

Posted 8 Years Ago


the more that we would like to bury the painful memories of the past the more we are haunted by it particularly when there are still unresolved issues that need to be settled. i must say that your rhyme scheme is impeccable. I pondered on this:"Crippled stiletto heels I can still walk tall" (Literally, could we do that?). Wonderful piece!

Posted 8 Years Ago


We carry the past buried within us all our lives. At times the most insignificant of things can remind us of what we have tried so hard to keep locked away.

This was both well worded and conjured up great visual imagery.

Nice job!

Posted 8 Years Ago


MOON

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for stopping by , most appreciated.
Take care!

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