Specters in the Dark (Audio)

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A cry, a soundless wail in the distance

Calls, seeking relief, redress

Images, memories emerge, awaken

Wanting to enter

Wraith at the horizon, the boundary of vision

Treads, leaving no prints except those familiar pathways in my soul

I grieve the dead

I mourn the now cold life that was

Ought is now not and haunts me still

But what have I do to with specters in the dark

Except, breathless, trembling I turn

Knowing the wraith is me

Weeping alone there in the shadows

38 thoughts on “Specters in the Dark (Audio)”

    • You are unique to this universe sugar. It may be that acceptance of you and recognizing your singular gift to us. Understanding or trying to can sometimes can be a trick we play on ourself and we get stuck in the same old round and round. I hope I have not overstepped my place. I just felt to tell you. You are intelligent and creative and talented. I can see that in your work

  2. I enter. Reading first, I then listen. The voice guides. As I sit, thinking, in the silence, a brief click of the mouse, brings your voice again, as if the universe knows I need to hear again, sightless now, letting the truth sink in.
    (whispers: 4th line from the bottom, the ‘do’ and ‘to’ should they be reversed? Your voice told me so.)

  3. No, it doesn’t make any difference at all. Maybe, in fact, that’s a good way for you to make your final picks. Print out the ones you really like, the ones that are most relatable without your audio interpretation. This one is that way. That could be me in that poem. (and often is…)

      • But that is what’s so unique about your style. Lawrence Ferlinghetti, a poet I initially was drawn to, said early in his career “Like a bowl of roses, a poem should not have to be explained.” I thought, I’m gonna LOVE this guy ’cause I have a hard time understanding a lot of poetry. Then he turned around and started writing crap that was totally over my head.

        You have reached that growth point where your stuff is just so plain and poignant that it’s becoming your style.

        • If I have to look up a word to understand a poem I ususally just move on. I respect the skill but its like some jazz. Some of it is yoo much work for me. That’s why I don’t consider myself a literary person or a writer. Some stuff seems to be written for writers. God bless em just too technical.

        • I’d say your work is indicative of a lot that I’m seeing lately. A swing away from the artsy-fartsy. For years now if you submitted anything that was self-explanatory you were over looked. The more complicated, the more full of hidden themes, the better the work was deemed. But I think poets are finally getting over themselves a little bit. Or maybe they’re just plain tired of trying to come up with all that crap. It’s almost as if they write a perfectly good poem then pull out the thesaurus to change all the words to big, weird ones to make it more sophisticated. That’s a bunch of bull. I’m drawn to your writing because it’s not like that. Your really personal pieces were a bit hard for me to get a handle on, but I’m getting them the longer I know you. But so many of your poems are just like talking to you over coffee. That’s getting close to your style, imho. (Well! I guess we just found out I have strong opinions on poetry, didn’t we!)

  4. You know I’d forgotten about this one. It’s also very, very good. Something a lot of people would identify with. It’s funny, as I’ve read back through your work after getting to know you better, where you’re coming from, I understand them more. That makes me very happy. They take on a deeper meaning to me now.

    It’s beautiful, too, Groovy. How you gonna choose?

          • in me all creativity emerges out of the chaos when it is observed. If i can find an anchor in the stream an be still enough as it washes over and around me eddies are created, forms and patterns based on the unique shape and mass of me.

          • I don’t understand the math but one of the four major forces identified in quantum physics is the weak force. It is here that the creative destruction which produces the manifest universe happens. Out of the chaos order emerges. If i understand it aright

          • You and Nietzsche were right. He was a quitter. I think he did a beautiful Ecclesiastes but never got to the last chapter. He never got out of all is vanity. I cant stay there or all is indeed vanity and there is no purpose and beauty is arbitrary and without meaning. There is sometimes a seductive “beauty” in suffering and tragedy and such but I there are two poles. The Psalms all have two poles, the it sucks part, and the nevertheless part. Lenard Cohen holds the two in tension in his best work especially songs like hallelujah.

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