Ghost Writer

Cresting waves crash on the shore,
Spray ghostly fountains as they roar.
Plumes spewing from a surging tide,
Protest to cross the realm’s divide.

A phantom bark glides in from sea,
Its grotesque mast lines shape a tree,
She sails well-armed on course transition,
Her skipper pressed to change position.

The shipwrecked widow lies abeam,
Who plays the lover in his dream.
A lonely cypress near the edge,
To love no more, her only pledge.

Travelers tack beyond their world,
For love eternal, sails unfurled,
And heed no contour of the land,
To see a tender coast at hand.

Two castaways as one abide,
One lost to love, the other pride.
Of thawed out passion they imbibe,
One the poet, one the scribe.

The vanished writing from beyond,
Are ghosts of those who are not fond,
Of love’s conventions, laws or rules,
So written for the sake of fools.

What’s behind THIS hand that writes,
Drama, meme or poem that bites?
‘Snatched by grace’ with so much ease,
Seized and bound by small degrees.

Forlorn tales that need be told,
Or crimes confessed and deeds so bold,
Impart what mortals need to know:
That truth extends its hand from woe.

Joseph T. Rodolico, July 6, 2009


1 Comment

  1. Skiffy said,

    May 27, 2013 at 9:19 pm


    Wow, this is absolutely beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes, I can tell your love for this film is so very deep. This poem was spiritual and moving.

    Thank you so much for sharing it with us!


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