Tuesday, November 23, 2010

shifting with the winds


with utmost care
he rubbed the tarnished trophy
and summoned the ghosts.
he never expected to find his own mother 
in that mist of shadows- 
shifting with the wind 
which came out of nowhere. 
he reached out, 
shaking as he silently cried, 
to embrace that ghost, 
but he found no flesh nor blood nor bone, '
closing his eyes he swam back in time 
and reached home
in his mind, he saw his mother- 
thinking how she once she gathered her purse,
looked around, but did not see him. 
she sobbed and cried, where are you, my son?

"son and mother, lost from each other, 
unaware who is the ghost,
both silently crying into that trophy"

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34 comments:

Caty said...

beautiful and leaves such longing...love the question posed-who is ghost?

Teresa said...

What an amazing wistful poem. So sad that they should have lost each other.

Brigid said...

Lovely poem and so sad but true, that longing we have for the lost.

Kristen Haskell said...

Wow that is a wonderful poem that could be worked into a fantastic idea for a novel. Loved it!

R. Burnett Baker said...

Oh, I like this! Such mystery. I can visualize this scene with haunting clarity. Great write!

Steve said...

Thank You. This is very meaningful and very evokative. It recalls for me memories of loved ones lost...

kathew said...

who left who and who is the ghost?
Nicely done.

gospelwriter said...

who is the ghost? - an interesting write, and a deep sadness of loss...

faith said...

Oh, very clever and thought-provoking! :)

marousia said...

This reminded me of a genie lamp - nicely crafted - thank you for sharing

Lucy Westenra said...

The best ghost stories are the ones where you aren't sure! Very well constructed.

Derrick said...

So many possessions can provide haunting memories!

kaykuala said...

Longing for a loved one, often is lost in our imaginations. Beautiful piece!

budh.aaah said...

This is so sad I mean beautifully written and can relate to it too..

Jon said...

Oh...woww awesome.

Helen said...

This is a deep and powerful plea to reconnect with loved ones we have lost.

drybottomgirl said...

Love how hauntingly light this is. I was very close to my grandparents and sometimes I have dreams so real that I carry their presence with me throughout the day...

hedgewitch said...

Great sadness and yearning, even stronger for coming from a what one would think would be a memory of pride and happiness as marked by a childhood trophy...you let the reader relive some of his own sadness in your words.

flaubert said...

A beautiful poem Gautami.
Pamela

One Stop - The Place For Poets, Writers and Artists said...

that is a sad, sad thought, being lost from your own....thanks for linking oete

Claudia said...

lost from each other...a sad place to be..loved the question at the end

Kay L. Davies said...

Beautifully done.
-- K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Steve said...

Emotionally affecting, thankfully cut-to-it work.

Jingle said...

tickling question..
haunting as well...

beautiful job...

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G.K. Asante said...

Very cleverly written. A great emotional piece.

Tumblewords: said...

So very haunting. A fine sense of yearning and loss.

Doctor FTSE said...

Very good writing.

Gabriela Abalo said...

trilling - Very well written.

Reflections said...

Nice expression of longing for ones lost, whether truly ghosts of the past or distant in the here and now. Well done.

Margaret Bednar said...

...and reached home in his mind. Loved that. This poem leaves one with a lot of questions... which can be a good thing!

Shashi said...

I liked is so much.. the yearning and the longing comes out so vividly in this...

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Donald Harbour said...

"He rubbed the tarnished trophy and summoned the ghosts." What a powerful line. It sings and says so much. There is a story beginning in that line. I enjoyed your poem and found it very thoughtful on your part. Great job.

Kavita said...

Ack! That longing must be unbearable!
What a sad poem... and the twist towards the end made it even more sad...
Beautifully written nonetheless!

Daigu said...

The living and the dead inhabit each other. No one can over-see the boundaries between loved ones. After all, we spend our whole lives trying to erase them.

This is a beautiful poem.