We hear the whispers in the ruin
telling each other it’s wind through leaves
(avoiding eye contact because wind is non-existent this sweet
day)
Shy noon shadows play peek-a-boo through phantom windows
we hear the sighs (wistful)
the weeping (heartbreaking)
our eyes meet
we share an intake of quickened breath
release it softly
afraid of what we might hear next
Ghosts have to roam at hours past midnight—
weeping and sighing undisturbed
while a sly moon companion keeps watch
or on a lighting blaze and thunder roar night
trees bending submissive-low
as wind collects ghost stories—
don’t they?
Surely no ghost would cast melancholy sighs
or forlorn-weep on an innocent summer afternoon?
We tell ourselves it’s the wind (we know it’s a lie)
leave the desolate (disconsolate) place
for the wildflower field beyond
ktn © 2011
26 comments:
To see and feel so clearly , a writer's gift
I don't know how or when, but at some point, many (all?) of us learn to distrust the whispers, the weeping, the wind. We lose our willingness to engage in heart-pain, soul-deep conversations, the kind that leaves us shaking, moved, maybe even forever changed.
I don't know if that's your intent but that's where your words took me. Loved this.
Lovely words Talon, and photos too. I'm glad I have the time to read your blog again properly. :)
Hi Talon .. loved the two pictures plus your words - they tie together so well .. can just see the ghosts in the ruin .. while the wildflowers let nature take its course beyond ..
Great thoughts here .. thanks - Hilary
whew...can feel the haunting...it kinda excites me though, those moments...still i might find a better home among the wild flowers...
Your pictures are perfect Talon.
I can hear the whispers.
Drive through the country side and see houses in ruins and other houses abandoned and on their way to ghosts in the wind. Think of all the homeless people that could have been placed in these vacated houses. Instead they are left to rot on property behind the newly built home. Ron and I drive by and shake our heads at their haunted history.
This is beautiful and it touched me.
That is so beautiful Talon and i always pray that they walk into the light and leave it all behind
I can just imagine ghosts among those ruins in the moonlight. Lovely.
That was delicious. :-)
Pearl
This reminds me of an old calvary fort we visited in New Mexico. Nothing much left of it but a few stones, the general layout and very palpable ghosts in the hot bright sunlight. They don't wait for midnight, sometimes. Gorgeous daylily, and the rest of the pics as well.
Beautiful - I've always felt that haunted is a good thing to be.
Sad sighs of
wondering souls
wait not for
moonlet nights
only for ears
willing to hear
Oh that lily...ours are so tall this year with the cool summer - extremely tall with lots of blooms...it was nice to be able to see them on the walk today - to be back to a short walk.
Your writing so captures the idea in whispers without the movement of air and moves nicely to the sensation of the field of flowers being noisy.
Thank you for such attention to detail
I wouldn't put anything past a ghost. I've got one whispering havoc in my computer these days.
Beautiful perfect lily, Talon. Glad to see you are enjoying your garden so much.
xo
Just the wind, sure, until something floats past. I am sure the energy in places like this lets us know we are not alone.
I love the way wildflowers take over abandoned buildings. They are often prettier than when the were formally landscaped.
It looks like a mini-Alamo.
I've had a big ctach up after a busy week..and found riches as always. Thank you Talon!
Our heart feels what our mind and our eyes refuse to admit. Like Hedgewitch says, there are some places where the ghosts are very palpable. Thanks for the words and photos.
wonderful post, friend!
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Such a melancholy place to hear that whisper during the day.
Wonderful imagery!
And your pictures, are great!
I can just imagine the ghosts whispering to me.
Lovely writing, Talon.
The first picture is a place where one might find ghosts, lingering between here and the beyond, feeling sadness for what might have been but now never will.
I, too, would escape to the meadow.,
Talon~ I like this line : "leave the desolate (disconsolate) place
for the wildflower field beyond;" it is about what we do to self-soothe.
:-)
lg
Some folks just have the ability to hear the who linger. But weern't there also giggling children running round a bout playing London Bridge?
Pretty old place, even if occupied!
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