Ghosts

By Highhat

Sat, 30 Jul 2011
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6 comments
 

Shuffling on ant-like feet
Running through
Sluggishly indifferent thoughts

Just anaemic reality

The soft teardrops
Of familiarity
flowing but

Unable to dampen the fear

Only to evaporate
Where there are no highs
Only past songs
To a dissonant melody

Coping with empty ways

Thoroughfares of the heart
One-way streets
Bloodless pallid ghosts
left to rule

Living from day to day

Certificate U
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A bleak and atmospheric feel to this one, Pia. Strangely haunting. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Highhat on
You got it Tina. Thanks a mill for reading and leaving a comment. Always appreciate it. It is so encouraging. ;)Pia

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Pia, like Tina said 'very haunting' I like the idea of shuffling along on ant-like feet Running through Sluggishly indifferent thoughts It's some what, how I imagine a spirit would think. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
That was a lovely connotation with the spirit Jenny- thanks for reading ;)Pia

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Highhat Hi! Pia I can feel spirit or sadness in this poem. The soft teardrops Of familiarity but Unable to dampen to fear. So true! I can feel something very deep to this? julie xx

Submitted by Highhat on
Yes you are spot on Julie- thanks for reading and your kind comment ;)Pia