I Am Ghost

I Am Ghost

A Poem by gram linski
"

for the dying, and the dead

"
I Am Ghost
-
the tingle,
tease,
     ( silent scream in the night )
-
  the shiver of 
                   antici ....
  ...                                    .... pation

the ice  -  like touch
                          on flesh
and the whispering whispering whispering
of things unseen
-
I Am Ghost
-
the haunting of memory
of guilt and remorse
    my feather  -  like touch
numbing feeling, causing bones
to bleed,  and igniting
                                   primal, primordial
                                                              thought
-
I am the death of something
both known, and unknown
-
I am ghost of yesterday
his  -  story is useless / dead to me
( learning nothing from the reconstruction
of treachery, )

hating gods and kings equally,

I am ghost of today
arctic shiver down spine
on this bright spring morn
an abundance of life erupting
from dirt
baby animals droppinglike
                                  Jeigerbombs
lost in the malignant night
in cheap  -  fashioned, second hand
 catholic guilt,

my substance starts to disintegrate
I can feel myself deteriorate,
I am becoming the very essence 
                                                 of migrate
     as my soul slips away,

I am ghost of tomorrow,
I wish
           , I dream,
a squeezed sneezed tightened fist
bones crack against unsolid mass

A shadow in the machine

I am Ghost
I feel your pain
in every fibre of my 
                          non  -  being
                    and becoming again 
                                           
                                     A Ghost 
                              ( scent of a rose ), x

© 2021 gram linski


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Love this line: "hating gods and kings equally" . . . Love how your poem paints ghosts as being all over our lives, tucked in corners we hadn't even thought about, ghosts as impartial tormentors, being more playful & amused in their haunting ways than we may care to realize. This poem makes playful love to all the dark imaginings that go bump in the night (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

3 Years Ago

love your review, Margie, you can't help but make playful love to the dark imaginings that go bump i.. read more



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Love this line: "hating gods and kings equally" . . . Love how your poem paints ghosts as being all over our lives, tucked in corners we hadn't even thought about, ghosts as impartial tormentors, being more playful & amused in their haunting ways than we may care to realize. This poem makes playful love to all the dark imaginings that go bump in the night (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

3 Years Ago

love your review, Margie, you can't help but make playful love to the dark imaginings that go bump i.. read more
We are not talking about haunted house ghosts here, but of states of mind. Lingering painful memories are ghosts, as are the losses of meaning. Ditto the things of the present that bother us. About the ghosts of tomorrow I am not sure. They'll have to wait their turn.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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