Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Living With Ghosts

Time heals nothing. Gradually, though, happy memories become even more precious, help sustain us in our loss, encourage and inspire us to get on with our lives.

There is no feeling more inspiring than love, in all its forms.


I glimpsed a ghost
in spring leaves,
a fragile thing, flickering
with loss and pain
till joy, its brighter light.
bursts through - winter
woods alive again

I glimpsed a ghost
in summer leaves
a bold thing, enjoying
no finer freedom
than hope, a brighter light
bursting through - green
woods strong again

I glimpsed a ghost
in autumn leaves,
such a pretty thing, high
on colourful passions
like home fires acting out
our lives like mummers
in a play

I glimpsed a ghost
in winter snow,
a sad thing, its sorrow
shining through…
Yet love, a brighter light
still, watching over
my grave

[From: Accomplices To Illusion, by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]

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