Friday, November 13, 2009

Ghosts



Ghosts love roses--

I know this

Because every time I wear silver jewelry,

I catch their fragrance

And they tell me

Senora,

Mira,

The constellations gather

At your throat and fingertips.


Ghosts are fine dancers--

I know this

Because late at night after even dreams have gone,

The rain touches the curtains at my window

Lightly,

As a lover should;

Finally, when I am as empty as a wine glass,

They give me music

And forgetfulness made of glass and wood.


So, give me my silver jewelry

And toss me down a fragrant rose--

Though I will not stir, I will be dancing

With the ghosts who whisper,

Senora,

Are you ready, now, to go?

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9 comments:

Mama Zen said...

"The constellations gather

At your throat and fingertips."

I love those lines.

Cloudia said...

Ole` !

Aloha, Poetesss Friend!


Comfort Spiral

Riot Kitty said...

This is just beautiful, gemela.

Steve E. said...

Be always dancing
Be always ready
The whispering ghosts
Are always near

I know this

because I feel their presence...

Peace, Fireblossom!

Little Red said...

I believe these ghosts you write about are Cuban. They must be if they enjoy roses and provocative dancing...and they call you Señora (or Chica)! :)

Dulce said...

Oh Señora mia.
What a beautiful piece you've left here today... for me a fresh breeze of new air... I love your dance Shay, I do.
you have a way with those afterlife or during-life-and-not-seen-except for-my-friend-Shay creatures which astounds me.
;)

Snaggle Tooth said...

Hopped over here from Jannies cuz of the title- I'm inteested in ghosts-
Great poem! Smells are the hallmark of ghostly presence- never thought of the curtains like that before.

Vesper said...

Though I will not stir, I will be dancing
With the ghosts who whisper,
Senora,
Are you ready, now, to go?


This is beautiful... roses and ghosts... I will think of that... I will dream of that...

unsungpoet said...

Very nice...sweet, mysterious and breezy.