CD 461 : ghost

CD 461 ghost

A different type of ghost - a hidden personality?

Or perhaps a personal myth?

a haibun:

She was not a shrew...

A voracious tiger lurked just under her skin.  

A healthy beast always longing for that secret sent -

Haunches at the ready to leap with grace onto any boulder.   

There was no drug to ease the pain that epitomized life.   

Often mesmerized by the swaying habitat,

her distracted thoughts drifted on breezes.

There was no one but herself to do her bidding,

in the stunned space of time that refused to be still.

The admiration that was craved was long buried

in lost tomes -the letters she wrote and the ones

written but never sent.   All that was left to do in the

remainder of her days, after the ink dried, and she

cried and cried, being cheated of what wasn’t -

was to take a bath in the river of her own tears -

and then move on and prowl the jungle for hope.

individual;

pressed, addressed, she wore her stripes

only as she could

©JP/davh

With thanks to a word list by my friend:

1sojournal.wordpress.com/2014/04/29/napowrimo-poetry-prompt-29-day-29/

The words to use: tiger pain healthy drifted tomes drug cheated bath voracious

space seek boulder skin breeze scent swaying mesmerized admiration habitat

grace epitome haunches bidding stunned sent secret