Shapes in spectral forming,
dusted through deep shadow,
images alarming;
mind has travelled far.
Worlds are in collision,
edges blurred and drawn,
past and future beckon;
ghosts are slowly called.
Imagination holds the night,
reality the day,
then swapping places suddenly;
brings thoughts in disarray.
Solid drowns emphatically,
ephemeral holds court,
the spirits rise in unison;
nothing as we thought.
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dusted through deep shadow,
images alarming;
mind has travelled far.
Worlds are in collision,
edges blurred and drawn,
past and future beckon;
ghosts are slowly called.
Imagination holds the night,
reality the day,
then swapping places suddenly;
brings thoughts in disarray.
Solid drowns emphatically,
ephemeral holds court,
the spirits rise in unison;
nothing as we thought.
http://dversepoets.com/2013/10/26/poetics-the-lighter-side-of-ghouls-goblins/#respond
Love the rhythm of this.. and that ghost - go poof in the daylight.
ReplyDeletethe rhythm makes me think perhaps the spirits are doing a little dance...
ReplyDeleteand i have no problem believing it is nothing like we think..
i would be surprised if the afterlife is anything like we think
I suspect the afterlife is more familiar than has been imagined.
Deleteah - when the worlds blur... can surely carry some disarrangement with it.. love the rhythm in this
ReplyDelete'Tis the season when ghostly connections seem to float just below the surface. Well done.
ReplyDeleteVery ghoulishly good!
ReplyDeleteSwitching places, indeed! Fine poem.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous writing-specially loved the last two verses:-)
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