"True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen."
~Francois de la Rochefoucauld
All my regrests haunt me like a great legion of ghosts.
They lurk waiting to appear in the places I miss most.
One sits at the piano that I never learned to play.
Another echoes in the voice of the words I never say.
Some linger on the road side of the places I never went.
Others roam to distant places in the letters never sent.
There is one that resides under glass upon a higher shelf.
While another stands in a stranger's shoes reminding me of myself.
Each one follows where I go like a lover still in a love thats new.
For I embrace them close and hard and thats just what lovers do.
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I do believe in ghosts...I know people that have seen them....and I believe it to be true. Of course my poem is not really about real ghosts, but I do believe that there are many things in our lives that can haunt us just like an apparition or ghost. The only difference is, we have the power to let these things go, or we can choose to continue holding on.
All my regrests haunt me like a great legion of ghosts.
They lurk waiting to appear in the places I miss most.
One sits at the piano that I never learned to play.
Another echoes in the voice of the words I never say.
Some linger on the road side of the places I never went.
Others roam to distant places in the letters never sent.
There is one that resides under glass upon a higher shelf.
While another stands in a stranger's shoes reminding me of myself.
Each one follows where I go like a lover still in a love thats new.
For I embrace them close and hard and thats just what lovers do.
Linking with Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads
I do believe in ghosts...I know people that have seen them....and I believe it to be true. Of course my poem is not really about real ghosts, but I do believe that there are many things in our lives that can haunt us just like an apparition or ghost. The only difference is, we have the power to let these things go, or we can choose to continue holding on.
i grew up with a graveyard in the back yard....i have heard them and seen something...regrets...i try not to have them, hard to do...there are def things i miss along the way....
ReplyDeleteFrank sang it best ... regrets, I've had a few ... (me too!) Loved your poem Carrie.
ReplyDeleteSo much to identify with. I wonder what you put under the glass bell?
ReplyDeleteThere's still time to recify some of those things and start doing them :-)
I can hear the piano being tuned
Carrie, this is good....so honest. Yes, those regrets can haunt, can't they? This may be one of my favorite poems of yours.
ReplyDeleteHard not to have them though, but hopefully they don't stand in the way of enjoying today.
I like the metaphor take on ghosts...things we have always wanted to say or do ~ I like that you embrace these close to you ~
ReplyDeleteTo me these ghosts seem like watchers as if tracking something the narrator might or might not be seeking. I've never thought about this type of being, but I can wrap my mind around it like around absences. You introduce them so gently, like branches on the road not taken but still on the map. Interesting to embrace rather than to regret, forget, or erase.
ReplyDeleteI love how you did this and you are so right! I feel haunted right now, by candy, lol. It needs to go away...
ReplyDeleteI really like how you did this... :D
Very nice, the ghosts of ourselves, always there.
ReplyDeleteCarrie...I love the way you write...I love the concepts you come up with. Another amazing post. Wishing you a beautiful Friday out there....free of all inner ghosts....
ReplyDeleteI have never seen a ghost, but I know the type you write of well. I agree it is best to embrace them and move on.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone...hope you all have a wonderful weekend! :-)
ReplyDeletewoohoo!
ReplyDeleteLoved this, more than I can say.
ReplyDeleteHaunting words. I have many regrets. I'm learning to not be so hard on myself and try to let them go. They don't need me to nourish them, but they pester me at night when I'm trying to sleep.
ReplyDeletewhether these be real ghosts, or the ghosts of our mind, your words have perfectly captured their spirit!
ReplyDeleteSimply wonder description of how haunting our regrets can be. This is a beautiful piece!
ReplyDeleteI got goosebumps while reading this.. it is utterly amazing.. Sigh!
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