written by ghost hand and murmur

no matter how we write, what we write may stay with us forever . . .

We dance with words

on clean, white sheets

written by ghost hand

and murmur

under breath

alone

beneath Northern lights,

Southern Cross

or candlelight . . .

 

We lay fact and fiction

down together

naked

entwined by sweet

ambiguity

to fall back

exhausted,

empty of pleasure and guilt,

fulfilled

until finally asleep

to dream soft tears shed on pillows

only a human can make.

 

We awaken

both sides

an illuminated whole;

not quite

a lie

but not the truth either,

more a measure of

pride and technique

taken wrong

or right . . .

 

We choose

the dance

in context of all others

 

and remember,

 

ink smear

disappears

with time and patience,

words stain sheets

forever.

 

Copyright 2010 Mark C. Jackson

Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

An exquisite poem with some very smooth flowing words. You did an amazing job with this poem. The quality of the content is superb. I really don't see how I would improve this poem. I can feel your emotions behind this writing, and I was instantly transported into the imagery presented here. I agree with you that what we write today can stay with us forever. One great example of this would be writing a journal entry into a website that doesn't shut down. A Google search by other people one day might bring up the journal entry once more, and can often cost us dearly. Great job here.

[Gandré]

so beautiful, why didn't people review this..
first stanza is my favorite..
"alone

beneath Northern lights,

Southern Cross

or candlelight . . ."