2.05.2012

ghost dance

Your great-grandson told me
that if you look for a ghost,
it will stop following you.

Does that mean
I'm looking for you all the time?
Because I don't feel you near
though I crave you,
want you in my fingers as I type.

Are you here? With a wry smile
for my daily routine,
a scratch ticket for the kids
when they finish their schoolwork,

I can imagine you here.
Elbows on my kitchen table,
leaning in to judge a picture
or a spelling list, you'd talk
to them about what they like.


Stay up late with me, 
beer and my notebook between us.
Let's talk about writing,
working, loss and heartache.
Let me kiss you.

I want you so badly. Maybe 
on his advice I'll stop looking, and
we can walk together the rest of the way.

28 comments:

  1. I don't know you very well at all, Marian, and so it's almost spooky when you write something like this, that so perfectly expresses something that I often feel about someone. Sometimes your poems really hit me in the heart.

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  2. Both eerie and beautiful - a lovely dance of words.
    eden

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  3. oh, yes... the ghosts we seek but cannot keep,... this one shines

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  4. I feel the depth and emotion in this beautifully-expressed poem, which truly DOES bring this ghost to life!

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  5. Your son is wise beyond his years.

    The last stanza are the exact words I said to my grandmother after she died in late 2005. This was really emotional for me. Good grief, I loved this. I'm going to read it again.

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  6. there is so much ache and longing to perceive in these lines. i enjoyed the way you expressed it..you are a true poet. thanks for sharing.

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  7. Okay.. I'm very weepy at the moment (dead bird..daughter going off to college) but this did me in!

    :'(

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  8. I think you heard some truth and wisdom in that line--looking too hard seems to scare everything away. Hope in the quiet and still that sense of the person lost you seek will come keep you company.

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  9. Ahh... this is very touching, beautifully written.

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  10. Love this:

    Stay up late with me,
    beer and my notebook between us.
    Let's talk about writing,
    working, loss and heartache.
    Let me kiss you.

    :) Nice

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  11. "Stay up late with me." So poignant and sweetly lonesome. A lovely work!!!

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  12. i'm so pleased that you all were moved by these words... except for the tears, Kerry :)

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  13. A 'felt' poem for me... and I love the ending - yes, maybe to keep welcome ghosts one can only look slant at them...

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  14. I love the eerie beauty and I have one of those ghosts, though he rests platonic in my heart. Music stirs him up and he gets tangled up in my organs and...I've got to go write. Thanks for the unintentional prompt.

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  15. I really enjoyed reading this.
    Your words move me and thrill me. Excellent work.

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  16. Tears here, too, Marian, after your lovely poem. Some days I don't think about my parents' deaths, but I thought of them earlier today because a month from now their youngest will be having a birthday. (He was born on their 22nd wedding anniversary, much to Mom's delight and to the horror of her nurses.)
    Mom died two years before Dad, but he didn't realize it. His dementia had progressed to the point where he thought she was with him. Strange, because we used to worry how he would get along without her.
    K

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    1. Kay! This was very moving. Have you ever written a poem about it?

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  17. I too had tears from reading this...my mother died in 2007 and my father last year...I miss them so. Your poem was so sad yet so beautiful...

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  18. aw, friends, these comments are poetry. deep sigh!

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  19. Sooooo beautiful, Marian! Wow. I knew when my grandma died, that I'd carry her with me in my heart forever........I love especially your "stay up late with me".......and "we can walk together the rest of the way." Beautiful writing, kiddo. Just lovely.

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  20. I liked this one too. I hope your ghost finds you.

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  21. For a writer, it is a success when the emotions that are woven into the words, have the same impact on the reader like they do on the writer as he works upon them and writes them down. I think you did a great job. Your poem is simple and yet, in its simplicity you have spoken so much about love and loss. Well done.

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  22. you know how I love the poems about your grandmother; but this one speaks to me of my own losses, too.

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  23. The beauty of this for me is that we are experiencing a very personal moment and we are trapped in this intimate longing with you!

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  24. walk together the rest of the way

    How many of us have wished this?

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  25. oh i just love the response to this poem. thank you!

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