Tag: Ghosts

Read Poem: THE STRANGER, by Melvin Glazer

In the day of your night, I come
a stranger appearing and disappearing
like a mirage in the desert of your dreams
In the day of your night, you come
a chaser of ghosts, but you will never find who you seek
for whom you seek is no longer there
No matter how hard you look
no matter how much you hurt
you will never find him in me
and who you do find (in me) is not who I am
but a stranger of little value to you
when placed next to the ghost of who I was
and in looking for who I was, you fail to see me

In the day of my night you come
but not as a chaser of ghosts
for no matter how hard I look
no matter how much I hurt
I can never bring back what was
the wonderful boy who is now a man
I can only deal with what is and what is, is
I see the part of me that is part of you
as you see the part of you that is part of me, and that will never change
I will always be your father and you will always be my son
and I will always love the boy you were and the man you are
and you will always love the ghost of who I was
but perhaps, one day, you’ll love the stranger in me too
and forgive me for all I did and didn’t do
for by forgiving me, you will in so doing, be forgiving yourself
thus a gift to each and each to the other
the greatest gift of all
LOVE

Ghosts, Poetry by Josh Alex Baker

we are still setting places at the table for ghosts
renting out our hearts as homes
to souls that have long outgrown them

cooking favorite meals and playing favorite songs
in hopes that either one will serve as directions home

Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural

“Ghosts” by Josh Alex Baker (on Twitter @joshalexbaker)

we are still setting places at the table for ghosts
renting out our hearts as homes
to souls that have long outgrown them

cooking favorite meals and playing favorite songs
in hopes that either one will serve as directions home

even got the porch lights on at the brightest of day,
because how is there any way that you didn’t choose to stay?

It doesn’t make sense
that you could spend
the cost of a heart but depart
before returning one

leaving a love undone
that seemed it couldn’t succumb
to the likes of an end

yes,
porch lights on at the brightest of day,
because there is no way you can be anything
more than lost

we are still sending letters to old addresses
taking empty words, putting them into emptier envelopes
that hold enough space
for all the words we didn’t say
all the chances we didn’t take
all the ways that we would break
with no doubt we were the only ones who could fix us

we have come to remember the words ‘return to sender’
digesting those words like songs we’ve heard a million times,
but it wouldn’t feel right to turn it down

we are saving space for hearts
that in no way crave it

reserving land when there are capable hands to cultivate it

we’ve crafted so many cemeteries,
where gardens could be

and can’t even tell the difference

 

 

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