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Dialogue With A Ghost
by Ken HarnischForgive me, dear one
The touch was inadvertent
The caress unintended
And if, in a moment of bliss fed
By too much wine, my lips creased
The nape of your neck
Then I apologize for
Any inconvenience
Caused by this show
Of uncomfortable affection
It was not you.
The trembling in my fingers,
The undulation of my lips
All are echoes of
My younger days, when
My heart was more open
To the chance of love and the love
I had was the purest I had known
So my shadowy fingers were not meant to
Dent or disturb the universe
Nor the icy shuddering in my heart meant to
Rattle your gentle one in any way.
You got caught up in a moment
Not of your devise
I was having a dialogue with a ghost
When you chanced on by
And the conversation
As it usually does
Became an unhappy monologue
And on the other hand
The way you recoiled;
The red smoke in your
Angry eyes; the tense
Reptilian shiver that went
Through your shoulders
When I brushed them in my innocence
Made me think
I might not have been the only one
Conversing with the spirit world
That night.
05/14/2007 Posted on 05/14/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/16/07 at 05:57 PM Strong, unusual, mysterious... but the feelings and characters clearly set... and they come from deep inside and from the past... the picture..if all the ghosts were there, including hers, would crowd this page.... Our pasts haunt us for good or ill, and our motions sent from them into the future... how intense and how heart-breaking they can be, and the clash of them... the unknown ours and theirs... Really a beautiful expression here. |
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