The Ghost Of You

The Ghost Of You

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
"

I want to be haunted again.

"


The shadows shifted on the wall

in the fade of the afternoon.

The heat turned time into a trawl

and my flesh into a cocoon.

 

The pearls circled my neck around.

The smell of rain flooded the room.

Woodlarks warbled a lu-lu-lu sound,

and honeysuckles were in bloom.

 

You left this morning on the train,

the scent of longing left behind.

A parting kiss and lipstick stain

are remnants and traces that bind.

 

I wait by the heirloom windows

that have seen you a thousand times

and drown myself in the pillows

that have cradled our carnal crimes.

 

I close my eyes and remember

the press of your lips to my skin.

The ghost of you is so tender,

I want to be haunted again.


© 2023 Linda Marie Van Tassell


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Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Hellos, I like the rhythm of your poem,
I can almost hear your voice of a poet,
love the piano estense,
very romantic, and I love the story behind,
a tragedy for her, because she leaves,
I would not bare be without the one in my heart to leave,
---1809 Black Plague December

Posted 1 Year Ago


That closing verse has been haunting me ever since I read this earlier this morning. Such a vintage feel to this one, Linda. I feel like a broken record whenever I compliment you. You're such an extraordinary writer, and everything you write is nothing short of that. And the photography...wherever do you find such art? It's amazing!

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is so heartfelt... sad in a way as well... a man who cheats with obvious marks is a womanizing man, and a cheater; nevertheless, you still love him, even his ghost....wishing he was here in heart with you. The rhyme is stunning and your choice of words is excellent....the music really suits this piece, kind of droning on....as you drown you feelings in a pillow.....
Loved it!
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


There are poems, music and illustrations that curl the toes and warm the heart one at a time a time a time but.. when they appear as a beautiful triptych as yours have here, it is breath-taking, Linda, absolutely. breath-taking. Love is more than .. start to finish.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Your poetry has captured Romance in a secret sensual dance
that is forever part of being vulnerable. gently, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is a poem about a parting, but it doesn't seem to be one of those bitter endings about which so much poetry has been written. Either it was an amicable separation or the other had to leave due to circumstances. Whatever, the speaker is mourning the loss of what has apparently been a long and satisfying relationship. I don't perceive a state of devastation, only a desire that what has gone, if only temporarily, could be restored once more.

Posted 1 Year Ago


"I want to be haunted again " Now that was a haunting that really sparks the spirit. Sigh, this takes my breath away. To love someone like that, to feel their presence when you are alone. This is a poem that dreams are made of.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Title reminded m of psychedelic furs. This poem plus the music gives it such a romantic vibe. The pic also adds to the feeling. Great writing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much, Relic.
I can see this beautiful image laden poem written in long hand in an old journal. Exquisite piece.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

1 Year Ago

Well, hello, Ken. I have wondered where you were. I hope that you are doing well. In so far as t.. read more

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Added on April 8, 2023
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Tags: The Ghost Of You, Linda Marie Van Tassell, Longing, Desire, Haunted, Remembrance

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Linda Marie Van Tassell

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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..

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