In Love With Ghosts

 

Ugly Mug

—Poetry and Photos by Cynthia Linville, Lincoln, CA

SOMETIMES THERE IS NOTHING

Sometimes the speed of history
blots out the lethal sky
dissolves us into transparency
disintegrates future grief

Sometimes the clock winds down
minutes fray and crack,
hide from each other
like shadows wrapped in velvet

Nothing is as lonely
as trying to see a black cat in the dark
as looking for something that isn’t lost
as falling in love with ghosts

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Falling in love with ghosts
disintegrates future grief
winds down the clock
and the speed of history

frays and cracks minutes
into transparency
blots out
the shadows of misery

allows us to hide
our loneliness
in the dark
like something that’s been lost

 

                 * * *

 

Looking for something that's been lost

frays and cracks

our history

disintegrates shadows into grief

winds down the clock

shrouds our misery

 

We hide our transparency 

like a black cat

in the stealthy dark

 

No one is as lonely as 

someone

who is in love with a ghost

 

 

 

Tree Dragon, Bodega Bay, CA

 

 

 

DRAGON

Her aura crackles
flames
in the tangerine air

Angers burst
from her tongue
in flowers of fire

Possessed by
her own light—
others are shadows
words, ashes

 

 

 

Jenner, CA

 

 

DEATH BED

Time has been folded away
its whispering tongues muffled
like a madwoman

Something is about to be lost

Long fingers reach out

* * *

Long fingers reach out of the shadows
like a madwoman
possessed by memory
muffled by tongues

* * *

Muffled tongues whisper
home home home
as every yesterday converges
here—
in a burst of sunshine
now—
in a vibrant gesture

Time unfolds in an instant
dying hands
reach out

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Today’s LittleNip:

I don’t want to die without any scars.

—Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

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Many thanks to Cynthia Linville for her fine poetry and photos today!

Tomorrow, Sun. (7/18), 3-4:30pm, Lincoln Poets Open Mic will feature a reading by poet friends of Sue Clark, plus open mic. Join Zoom Meeting: us02web.zoom.us/j/85962483608 OR us02web.zoom.us/j/85962483608/. Meeting ID: 859 6248 3608; Passcode: 142237.

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—Medusa

 

 

 

 —Photo by Cynthia Linville

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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