08
Aug
07

The Ghost at my Side, a poem

In morning hours dark and fleeting,
I hear the sound of two hearts beating.
As I lie beneath the covers
A strange visage above me hovers.
And if a mirror I chance to pass
I see two faces in the glass.
I cannot flee–though oft I’ve tried–
The ghost that hovers at my side.
.
Ever stalking, ever reaching
Towards me, mutely beseeching.
The two of us each draw a breath,
One in life and one in death.
As moonlight casts a baleful pall
Two shadows glide across the wall
In alleys dim. Vaguely descried,
The ghost that hovers at my side.
.
I know not why she follows near
Or what she wishes me to hear.
Or why she haunts my every hour
With spectral face so pale and dour.
When I sleep, her whispered screams
Into nightmares turn my dreams.
Rest eternal her denied,
The ghost that hovers at my side

–Stephen P. Smith

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8 Responses to “The Ghost at my Side, a poem”


  1. August 8, 2007 at 9:39 am

    OMG!

    I love it, love it, love it!
    All of it and all around. It’s perfect.
    This one floats to the shallow top of my favourites (you understand this the right way, yes?), gently, but still very powerful.
    Glad I was tired yesterday, nothing would want me standing in the way of this πŸ˜‰ .
    It’s incredible…….

    Wow, it’s been a long time since any woman thought anything I did was “incredible”. πŸ˜‰ I’m glad you liked it!

    -sps

  2. 2 Sam
    August 8, 2007 at 10:46 am

    A picture painted with words. The images this conjured were real and alive even if the object was opposite. Well done Smith.

    Thank you!

    -sps

  3. August 8, 2007 at 2:52 pm

    Oh cripes, that’s nice!

    Thanks! I’m glad you liked it!

    -sps

  4. 4 Red
    August 9, 2007 at 1:24 am

    Chills. It gave me chills.
    Well done, my friend.

    yeah, this was one was a lot of fun to write. Chills, huh? Mission accomplished!

    -sps

  5. 5 joebec
    August 9, 2007 at 5:18 pm

    very very good!

    Thank you!

    -sps

  6. August 12, 2007 at 11:21 am

    Hey Smith,
    It reminded me of The Raven by Poe. The topic, use of language and the meter was very Poe indeed. Great.
    WC

    “Very Poe indeed”? Hope that wasn’t meant to be a pun! πŸ˜‰

    Thanks for stopping by, WC, and thanks for the kind words. Poe, eh? High praise indeed. Thank you.

    -sps

  7. August 17, 2007 at 8:15 am

    I really picked up on the depth of darkness here.
    I realized that I was holding my breath for a moment.
    This was good, the rhyming couplets made it flow smoothly.
    I enjoyed the words you chose like “pall”, “descried”, “dour”
    It kept the piece fresh and in the moment.
    Great job
    Kim

    Thanks, Kim! This one was a lot of fun to write, and I do think this was one of my better efforts. Thanks for stopping by!

    -sps

  8. August 22, 2007 at 4:26 am

    Wow, this is great. It’s just the sort of poetry I totally suck at, so I’m totally impressed. WC is right, it’s very Poe-esque!


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