Forever Young OR Ghost, Life Force
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A new poem today, the one I was working on before I
started posting archive titles, but became too stressed-out with
coronavirus-related events to continue. I remain stressed, but, as always, the
creative therapy provided simply by writing (and finishing) a poem has
significantly (if not completely) restored my positive-thinking mindset.
Sadly, the Covid-29 coronavirus continues to take its
toll on the world population, each death a personal tragedy for families and
friends left behind to grieve, and ask “Why …”
Me, I still miss the person-to-person contact with
those I have loved and lost, but their presence in me, by way of a posthumous
consciousness, allows me to keep company with their ghosts whenever I choose.
A reader writes that “Ghosts suggest someone who cannot rest in peace for whatever reason. You should not encourage people to deprive the dead of their right to rest in peace, it is very selfish act.”
We
are all entitled to our points of view, of course, but this reader and I must
agree to differ. I think anyone would know if the
Spirit of Love returning loved ones to us in this way was unhappy about our
calling on it to do so. None of my ghosts summoned by love have appeared in the
least unsettled by the experience, quite the contrary.
There are, of course, ghosts that may haunt us for
reasons other than love, those that appear of their own accord, that we would
much prefer leave us alone; that, in my experience, is a matter of
conscience demanding to be squared, and up to each and every one of us to find
a way to oblige.
FOREVER YOUNG or GHOST, LIFE FORCE
It
was a so-bleak midwinter
of
the heart,
the
mind’s window on snow
falling,
snow on snow,
the
human spirit
in free fall even as it reaches out
for
no idea what
The
cold invading my senses,
all
but freezing
any
desire to rise above feelings
of
despair and loneliness
for
your having left me
to
tackle this cruel world head-on,
clueless
and alone
Suddenly,
a breath of fresh air
finds
its way
into
the prison of my despair,
assisting
a breathing
gone
as quiet as your grave,
for playing love’s evergreen song
on
my heart strings
I
feel a presence where there
had
been none
only
moments ago, half turn
to
see you standing there,
the
same flower in your hair
calling
on this heart to seek you out
across
a crowded room
Smiling
now as you were then,
that
long-ago spring,
your
sweet lips shaping words
of
love needing no sound
to
make their meaning as felt
in
me as its life force now homing in
on mind body-spirit
The vision vanishes as suddenly
as it had appeared,
but what the eye, it cannot see,
the heart, it will conjure up
Spirits of Love always,
its kindlier ghosts looking out for us all
in the Here-and-Now
[Note: This poem also appears on my gay-interest poetry blog today; our kinder ghosts are a part of us all, and we are (like it or not) a common humanity whatever our gender, ethnicity, religion, social class or sexuality.] RNT
Labels: common humanity, grief, human nature, human spirit, life forces, loneliness, love, mind-body-spirit, mortality, poetry, positive thinking, posthumous consciousness, self-awareness
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