Tuesday 15 November 2011

she slips
through my mind
again and again
no more now
than a ghost of memory

6 comments:

Lorraine said...

yes like a memory of heartbreak too easy to get back in the pain, watch out

Love your writing

ThoseThr3Words-Claire said...

Paul,

Such sadness here. The final line is deeply felt..."a ghost of memory", such a painfully true description of how we experience loss as time goes on. The fact that this ethereal presence contrasts with "again and again", makes the tanka all the more powerful. A sense that we can't forget someone, yet we barely remember them. I find myself thinking about what keeps someone's memory alive within us and from where these subtle hauntings come, when we are going about our lives. Like your 'ghost', Paul, this tanka will linger...

Brian said...

It is their slipperiness that gives ghosts such power. How beautifully you express that here, Paul.

Frank... said...

A very avocative tanka, Paul...

Dave Serjeant said...

nice one Paul

Paul Smith said...

Thanks Y'all...

I'm a little flat poetically at the moment, so please forgive the gaps.