For every holiday...

there is a ghost.

I don't make it a habit to do very many seasonal poems. I'm the kind of person who generally will just take the mood of the moment and create the story that wants to flow on its own. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. I've have a few bad poems here and there where I've had to step back and wonder, "What the hell were you thinking, Archy?"

Truth is, writing is much like science. We experiment as much as we can before we find the right way of doing something. Only difference is that as writer we're so fickle that we know when it's best for us to stop and realize that it's not going to get any better. But we're determined to milk that idea for all that it's worth.

There is one thing I know I don't like writing about, though. Ghosts. I wrote a poem a while back about a man who lost his bride very recently in his life and started singing to the heavens in honor of her and also to beg her spirit to leave him alone. That was a bloody tear-jerker. I based it off of a Josh Groban song called "Alejate", where he sings about letting someone go. I'll have to post it sometime. Maybe I will in this blog-o-mania that's about to happen.

If this opening essay isn't making much sense, it would be because I didn't wake up not too long ago. I've been meaning to post these blogs for a really long time, but never got around to it. Last night a poem came out that was just too good to let it get by the holiday and never be read. This one is for everyone who has been waiting for the next poem.

Talking to the Wind

Quietly resting my mind

just to past the time

from a restless day

Listening to the sounds

of the cardinals and blue jays

singing in the trees

and hiding in the bushes.

- Their song doesn't compare to your voice

I lay on the crisp grass

with one hand behind my head

and lift my eyes to the clouds above

creating creatures with my mind.

There won't me much time

to do this as I always have

- No, there will be

The days of the autumn sun

will soon be gone

and left in it's place

is the winter moon

- Frozen tears are coming

I close my eyesand let my mind drift

into a silent reverie filled with your image

- Will you always dream of me?

A period of silence

created by fate

that decided that my destiny

was to wander this earth

questioning my purpose

without you here to help me

- The footsteps you feel beside you are mine

Heaven forbids me

to shed anymore tears

- Why cry when I am here next to you?

I've done all my mourning

and now is the time of rejuvenation

for you and I

- You will not grow without me

While I will never understand it;

the sensation of you next to me lingers;

it haunts me like a bad dream

- It is a curse we shall endure together

Somehow, I can still hear your voice

flowing in the breeze

through the trees

that blows against my face

making sure I can hear every word

- You will never forget me

I open my eyes again

and watch and the evening eye

cast its light on me

though the sun overcomes the world

- I'm there with you

I stretch my hand to the sky

in a strange hope

that you might touch me once more

- Heaven isn't so far to touch

I laugh at my innocence

and how gullible I must seem

to chase shadows and ghosts
- All will make sense soon
After all,destiny has separated us

for a reason.

We will have our time again.

-Only I know when

Only time will tell.

-Tonight.

Until next time.