Embodied, Like You, I'm A Traveling Ghost Poem by Jay Mandeville

Embodied, Like You, I'm A Traveling Ghost

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Embodied, like you, I'm a traveling ghost,
no idol or charm can keep me safe.
Unheard of by the Heavenly host,
on earth the terror-storms roar & rage,
while catastrophe clocks
arouse Juggernauts,
that blast with cruel fire,
& fatally shower,
(adored by the angels?)
some innocent choir.

We others, spared longer,
find pathways perturbed,
walk life's false meanders,
always lost, yet preserved
amid myths left on loan
composed only of words.

But let's rise unshaken
from these deadly ravines,
wheatsmut mental prisons,
untrammeled self-divisions,
all the barkless trunks of
our former blithe existence.

Let's act with defiance,
'til the veil & the coppice
of invisible progress
can now be rehearsed
in a happier key:
a tranquil museum for
musket & dagger,
safe passage for all
from averted disaster,
even love (fingers crossed)
for you, me & others...
whose solitude slaked
by morn, noon & nightcaps,
communes, as we travel, with
creaturely mishaps.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Diane Hine 23 May 2013

Not like any other ghost I've read about. A ghost with a very compelling manner.

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Jay Mandeville

Jay Mandeville

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