photo by Mark Haley |
where clouds spill all over it.
that exact spot where the ghosts gathered.
do they worship the tree
or jump off the edges to be alive again?
that stone-laid path is of no use to the dead-
unbidden weeds swarm all over
helping the red hot ghosts to walk silently.
I wish for the patches in the sky to be covered,
taking pictures with my cell phone.
believe me, there were ghosts
but none in the photos
if seeing is believing, then I am a liar
"that image of Buddha in the clouds compelled me-
the story which has holes has to be told,
someday someone will be enlightened"
Love the last four lines! Insanely powerful!
ReplyDeleteI love the notion of clouds spilling...beautiful write...
ReplyDeleteNice bit of mystery here:) I don't think ghosts are photogenic.
ReplyDeleteI'm a liar too... believe me...
ReplyDeleteSkilled and insightful...
ReplyDeleteI liked the red hot ghosts the best.
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of the ghosts jumping off to be alive again. Freaky though that would be to witness.
ReplyDeleteI love that you brought a cell phone into this...it made it immediate. Your use of the Whirl words is expert, and you respond well to the Mag, too. Brava!!
ReplyDeletehelping the red hot ghosts to walk silently.....such an image!
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this! Great images with clouds spilling and ghosts jumping. Love the ending as well!
ReplyDeleteinteresting imagery... "where the ghosts gathered" - love this part.
ReplyDeleteTaking pictures with your cellphone adds a touch of 21st century immediacy, wanting somehow to capture the shape of the moment even if the spirit is missing. A grand poem.
ReplyDeleteOf course there were ghosts...they were desperately trying to do what they forgot to do when alive. I loved where your piece took the reader.
ReplyDeleteThis line: "...if seeing is believing, then I am a liar"
ReplyDeleteleads me into more thought.
I think that "believing is seeing"
much more than "seeing is believing"
HELLLLP! I going crazy--grin!
LIKE your poem, gautami!
Yes, hard to take a picture of a ghost. :)
ReplyDeleteLove where this took you and thanks for letting me come along for the ride.......
ReplyDeleteCheers
nice write; unbelief is always part of creative offerings
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Like the idea of images of the Lord Buddha in cloud formations. It belies a feeling of salvation and inner peace! Nicely Gautami!
ReplyDeleteHank
the narration is simply good
ReplyDeleteYour words have an aura of the unseen but still felt
ReplyDeleteVery Nice work. I see the Buddha too.
ReplyDeleteHaunting.
ReplyDeleteI love how you brought the cell phone photographer into this ... so many images within the imagination can never be photographed ...and yet, they're there to see! No lie!
ReplyDeleteSpilling clouds, and ghosts at bay, or so we hope anyway.
ReplyDeleteGREAT last line.
ReplyDelete=)
Ghosts are like that damn it!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Love this, you bring ghosts to life.
ReplyDeleteInsightful and well written ... mystical magie!
ReplyDeletewhere ghosts gathered..I can almost feel them in the air..
ReplyDeleteYour poem said quite a lot about the picture. Nice one.
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