I am a ghost
coming out at night
in fleeting glimpses
and passing sensations
A gossamer silhouette
of the man I was
now that she is gone
And I have discovered
that even a ghost
cannot exist
without a witness
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
there's a sadness in this one... based on real life sadness? hope not...
ReplyDeleteBorn from a desire to be free of any chains but alas! the chains are not external and THAT is the problem.
ReplyDeleteJoy always,
Susan
there was a very deep poignancy in the poem that made me stop and savor each line. The last four lines are my favorite.
ReplyDeleteextremely beautiful.
"even a ghost cannot exist without a witness." Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteAs always, wonderfully written. Hope you are well.
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Wonderful to see something from you. The feelings stirred and evoked by you in these few words are akin to my journey. I reflect and appreciate your journey.
ReplyDeleteHaunting with melancholy threading.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely haunting :) It was short, yet it was a great read :)
ReplyDeleteThis is haunting and sad. :( But glad you shared it with us.
ReplyDeleteI very much like the thinking behind this one - and the final four lines are haunting. (Pun not intended!)
ReplyDeleteThis is sad poem,Brad .I hope its just poem no string attached with it.
ReplyDeleteAlways be happy and smiling :).
I am your new follower and reader.
Thank you so much for the comment. Hope to see you again :)
ReplyDeleteTruthfully and beautifully written, Bard.
ReplyDeleteTo become a shadow, not seen but seen through,
the only thing left - your lover's essence.
Sounds about right. Funny how much someone's absence can affect our own presence. Liked the formatting too!
ReplyDeleteBard! Wherefore hast thou not written anything here of late? We all do so miss it no doubt . . .
ReplyDeleteTYVM for your recent comments @ OE's BB. Got one not unlike this one coming up soon!
terribly terribly empty, the loss...
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your comment. I've been hoping for some poetry from you. Your words are vivid and unique but somehow easy to relate to---truly a difficult thing to achieve in poetry. Have you considered submitting to journals or magazines?
ReplyDeletethe world is full of ghosts... you are not alone
ReplyDeletehope you are well.
Bart, I think it's time you write again!
ReplyDeletehi sir bard: are you ever going to write another poem? please...
ReplyDeletehello ...
ReplyDeleteyes. please
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