Ghosts

Two ghosts loom out of the fog which drifts
In from the sea each night. Said night's youth
Has been spent. It's gone, and now there's
No place to go. The ghosts stop at a lacquered
Door. The one says, "I can't take you home."
The other answers, "I can't have you step inside."
The ghosts embrace, and then one leaves.
The other's heard ascending stairs. The night,
Senescent, seeks a tomb, and all around
The seaside town are prone, unconscious.
When the sun begins to light the eastern
Sky, one ghost will rise. The other, later,
Will be waiting, but each night must end
The same, with fog and sad acknowledgments
That love alone is not enough to sever custom's
Chains.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-08 at 03:40

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliant metaphor on entrapped situations. You set up the scene, mood and resignation of spirit so well. There are probably a lot of ghosts about.
2018-11-09


Bibek
Ghosts personified? I like the concept of it. Well-written.
2018-11-08


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Pervasively dark and relentlessly sad.
Another of your brilliant writings, Larry.
Love, in time will ways break the chain.
2018-11-08


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
There is such a sad sense of inevitability, and relentless and hopeless repetition. Is this life?
2018-11-08