So I have a snazzy new looking blog, thanks to a certain lovely lady. Life's good at the moment, I've got the internet and phoneline set up in my house, a pile of DVD's to watch, scripts, songs & poetry to write and a Resident Evil game to play.
Well to fill out the post as I haven't got much to write about I'm gonna post a poem I wrote that I'm hoping to turn into a short film compiling visual imagery over the narration of the poem, never tried anything like this before so I have no idea whether or not it will work.
TWO GHOSTS
Two Ghosts play in the summer breeze
Flowing gently through their dusty field.
Walking hand in hand in the dry air,
They danced through the starlight,
Each a mellow flicker in the night.
No expressions lay upon their face
Just a sullen, unchanging gaze
But with the other there, such joy is conveyed,
As, in their dusty field the two Ghosts play.
Two Ghosts lay alone through the autumn months
surrounded by the graveyards of fallen leaves.
But with no feelings to feel, no time to pass
They lie together across a tree bed
Each resting against the others head.
Both trapped amongst the everlasting,
In an unending void for eternity.
They shine more signs of life than many living have shown,
Silently comforting the other, the two Ghosts lay alone.
Two Ghosts weep on winters ashes,
Drifting into a cold, grey valley.
Watching the cloudy flakes paint the ground,
As the white butterflies flutter from the sky,
Each ghost holds the other as they quietly cry.
Now both Ghosts walk the desolate valley,
searching for the meaning of their being.
They're the empty souls left in an everlasting sleep,
With tiny crystals in each eye, the two Ghosts weep.
Two Ghosts kiss in the warm spring air,
Perpetually imitating grace and love.
Yet Passionless they cling to old memories,
Mimicing desires of a previous life,
Each craving love no matter how enticed.
With no words that the other can hear,
Distorted actions will speak for both.
With fallen dreams of living the life they so dearly miss,
They'll rise beneath a sunset where the two Ghosts kiss.
2 Comments:
At 1:20 PM,
Melody Of Me said...
It's such a sweet story, I like the seasonal aspect to it a lot. Lovely lovely lovely x
At 4:39 PM,
Steve said...
Aww you're a real sweetie Rosie, thank you! :)
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