Friday, May 23, 2008

Ashes Of Ghosts

Words can be empty
even when full.

You can tie them together
like garlic in panty hose,

hang them from
the toe of a lost poet’s dream;

they’re still just words,
empty when full,

ashes of ghosts howling
in the period after goodbye.

29 comments:

Don Iannone said...

Pat: You are a trip!!! I miss you when you are taking care of other parts of your life. Great one!

gautami tripathy said...

Pat, I wrote something similar today. Even title seems similar!

Do check it out when you have time. Believe me it feels good to see you posting again.

Janice Thomson said...

Wow this really packs a punch. Well done Pat!

Masago said...

A terrific assembly of empty and full words!

sage said...

good to have you back, I love that last line!

polona said...

wow... you're back in form!
nice to see you posting again!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

well, your words are definitely not empty!

NINANINA said...

you have a way with combining words.... still trying to picture the pantyhose full of garlic.
I am back. My puter was misbehaving. NINA

Katie McKenna said...

lovely to catch up with you... and read your latest. :)

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Pat,

First I am glad to see you back. I have missed your wonderful writing.

Now this poem is wonderful in its own right and down right truthful if you were to ask me. I wonder though, who are you speaking to.


T

EATING POETRY said...
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EATING POETRY said...

yes, they may seem empty when they appear full or full when they appear empty, but words are powerful, regardless the outcome, as portrayed in this beautiful poem.

tHe_NeW_cYnIc said...

"they’re still just words,
empty when full,"

loved these lines...

Nea said...

I have a file full of old love letters, so I know exactly what you mean. Lots of words there, but guess they didn't really mean that much....sigh. Yet, I keep them....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Nea said...

ashes of ghosts howling
in the period after goodbye.

Yep....know this well....

Bill said...

he winks and says
you know what I mean
what does he mean

MAN IN PAINTING said...

My god!What was that?!How these combinations come?Amazing.
Wonderful feeling.
I was very gloomy when i started browsing today.
But now at this moment,i am just pumped up.Thanks.
Me too have a blog.
MAN IN PAINTING SEES THE WORLD.
please visit.

Elena said...

I really like the line, "hang them from the toes of a lost poets dream" Very clever your are Pat!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Pat this has really impressive structure. I love it!

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Pat,

Where are you? I am missing your work. I have become addicted...smiles.

T

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

it's been a month now, Pat!!!

Don Iannone said...

Pat: Sorry i have been so scarce. I am writing the prospectus for my thesis, which is demanding and giving more attention to the art of "seeing" through photography.

Come see for yourself: http://www.flickr.com/photos/don-iannone/sets

All the best!

STAG said...

Enjoying your work as always.
How goes the prospectus?

Regards.

STAG said...

Oh wait...YOU weren't writing the prospectus!

Well then....


Still enjoying your word smithing. Hope to see more. I'll go back to lurking now....

Regards.

gautami tripathy said...

Where have you gone?

You are missed!

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Pat,

You are missed so much. I wonder if you know that? You must be busy because I would hate to think you might be ill. I hope if you are out and about that you are smiling, but also know that somewhere in the back of your mind we are there anxiously waiting for you to write us more words we can spend time with.

soft love,
T

NINANINA said...

where are ye PAUL? come back soon.. just stopping in to get some word fulfillment!

Devika said...

I reached here via Polona's.

And I am arrested by the power of empty words!

I do write. Please do visit if and when you have time.

http://devika-jyothi.blogspot.com/

gel said...

whoah- the beginning and end of this poem jabs me in the guts. Strong firey stuff, Pat.