Talking with Shadows (revision 3) [was Bothering Spectres]

edited April 16 in Poems

I amuse ghosts,
describing the woman at Tesco’s
who gabbled incessantly,
at the affable checkout girl,
about Mount Teide's climate.

I tease ghosts,
finessing a three egg omelette
with grated gruyere,
and winking when the cheese
flows slowly onto the plate.

I listen to ghosts,
every time I mow the lawn
or tend the lobelia and marigolds
in the evening, when the song thrush
plays its woodland flute.

I comfort ghosts,
making sure they know how
my visit to the hospital went,
telling them it was okay
to be secretly scared.

I sigh with ghosts,
when they reveal they can’t
come round to watch the football,
or down a few beers
with a plate of nachos.

I miss ghosts
when loneliness clouts my weary head.
Late, just before I snuff out
the candle, I say goodnight to them -
every night, every night.


Revision 2

I talk to ghosts,
describing the woman,
at Tesco’s, who thought
the checkout girl gave a hoot
about Mount Teide’s climate.

I amuse ghosts,
demonstrating the finesse
required to make a three egg
cheese omelette, and winking
when it fails to fold.

I comfort ghosts,
making sure they know how
my visit to the hospital went,
telling them it was okay
to be secretly scared.

I listen to ghosts,
every time I mow the lawn
or tend the lobelia and marigolds
in the evening, when the song thrush
plays its haunting flute.

I console ghosts,
when they reveal they can’t
come round to watch the football,
or down a few beers
with a plate of nachos.

I miss ghosts
when loneliness clouts my weary head.
At night, just before I snuff out
the candle, I say goodnight to them -
every night, every night.

Revision

I talk to ghosts,
recounting the minor trials,
like today when some oblivious woman
at Tesco’s believed the checkout girl
gave a hoot about Tenerife’s climate.

I entertain ghosts,
saving up ghost stories
to amuse them, when nobody’s
listening to our screams
or laughter.

I comfort ghosts,
making sure they know how
my visit to the hospital went,
telling them it was okay
to be secretly scared.

I listen to ghosts,
every time I mow the lawn
or tend the lobelia and marigolds
in the evening, when the song thrush
celebrates twilight.

I console ghosts,
when they reveal they can’t
come round to watch the football,
or down a few beers
with a plate of nachos.

I miss ghosts
when loneliness clouts my weary head.
At night, just before I snuff out
the candle, I say goodnight to them -
every night, every night.


Original


I talk to ghosts,
recounting the day’s trials,
like when some oblivious woman,
at Tesco’s, thought the checkout girl
gave a hoot about Tenerife’s climate.

I entertain ghosts,
saving up tales of madness
to amuse them, when nobody’s
watching or listening
to our laughter and song.

I worry ghosts,
making sure they know how
my visit to the hospital went,
asking them if it was okay
to be secretly anxious.

I listen to ghosts,
every time I mow the lawn
or tend the lobelia and marigolds
in the evening, when the song thrush
celebrates the dying light.

I comfort ghosts,
when they tell me they can’t
come round to watch
the football with a few beers
and a plate of nachos.

I miss ghosts
when loneliness clouts my weary head.
Every night, just before I snuff out
the candle, I say goodnight to them -
every night, every night.

Comments

  • Posts: 0
    Hi again, JJ,
    I read this poem and enjoyed it at another site. I'm now sorry I didn't remember to post my own poem dealing with ghosts!

    As I said before, I like the way each strophe begins with a different observation about the ghosts that follow N around. 

    The saying goes: "I don't believe in ghost, but they're certainly around" (A Spanish saying, not literally translated).

    You've got some lovely imagery, for example when mowing the lawn. The last strophe is my favorite, but I like 'em all. 
    And can relate, because I feel the ghosts of people who've died, I see them in the market place, or around the house, or wherever. 
    I'll try to return, that is, if my computer doesn't totally crash. 
    Best, Gracy


  • Posts: 0
    I love the revision, gets to the core of it. We are always surrounded by ghosts.
    Well Done!

    Kenny A. Chaffin
    "Strive on with Awareness" - Siddhartha Gautama
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