To stroll with the hand you love that has no pulse,
see only hollowness in her eyes
and feel the lack of breath blow from her lips,
is to amble the path of life as one
only where the other who once was your goddess,
but now dwells beneath a shroud,
moans with death song at every sunrise,
sleeps in a coffin of her mind,
entombed within her heart and soul
as she scripts her eulogy with her mouth
with words that pray for demise.
How the insides shred from watching
her essence vanishes into a sigh
because somewhere the darkness consumed
all the radiance that has turned to vapors.
Still in that tomb she has built
my hope waits upon the Lord
that by prayer and faith He would bring a miracle,
a resurrection of that cadaverous creature
who once was lover, wife and queen.
At night to silence the echoes of tears
I sing the psalm of the redeemed,
leave my crippled life upon heaven’s altar,
slip into a believer’s vision
where this life is a mere passage
unto the realm without any pain or emptiness,
able to cling unto that ethereal tether
keeps my frail grasp on this world
one I can hold even with all the struggle
while being in the constant company
of one who is now a wisp instead of spouse.
Author notes
Walking With A Ghost" ............... [The White Stripes]
A contest entry
- Put On Your Dancing Shoes by Errant Panther.
650 points, ended November 14, 2009, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the depiction of the divine one as the ghost with whom you walk, sometimes it would be nice to feel him so close to our shoulder and walking the same path.
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In depth and awesome write...I love it...
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An excellent write on the prompt! Yes I think you last stanza sums it up well. Knowing that one day we aill(hopefully) all be together again in His company, gives us the strength we neeed to keep us going
Best wishes with this
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