Of Ghostly Dreamers

If you know a thing or two about journeying (which I do) then this poem fits into the spiritual category (metaphorically) very well. I love how the beat and subtle rhyme of this poem almost reflects the sound of the train.

"Queing" was definitely the better word.

I toyed for ages with "blankets all soaked up in garlic" -  I wondered if it was reference to the shape of the bulb, the spherical space. Or perhaps if it was a protection image. That's all I could come up with for that particular thought. It's a fascinating image though.

I didn't notice the number six before, but I've been seeing that number a lot recently. Pops up in all kinds of strange places. Today, apparently, it was in your poem. I'm yet to work out what that means, but something's brewing.

As for the last verse, well this is beautiful. Ethereal. Reflective. A dash of the mystic with meaning. This will stay with me for many reasons.

Thank you for the read x

Aaah Miss Missy Miss  
 
The journey (the journey) that is the entire point. I am so glad that it reflects so obviously through the piece. Yes I agree "queing" looks much better there.  
 
The bed on bricks & blankets soaked garlic is definitely reference to the protection from ghosts (& other strange creatures) in terms of this.  
 
I'm extremely greatful that this spoke to you and more so that you gave it the honour of your comments and opininion.  
 
Love you  
 
Al-x-

A journey through the mind in dream~state, perhaps? ... Spiritual, I do agree as what I grasp is a collage of metaphors, some leading to here, and others, to there but never returning back to their place of origin ... I was both taken aback & mesmerized by this piece, Rev AL ... I wish you well in the comp ... love to you ... ~Devlin

Thank you my Dev

Your comment and love is so very much appreciated.

Much love and blue skies @ you

Al-x-

Interesting it's my favourite line of the piece to. So much history in that one line, it's uncanny.

poems like this remind why we write so much of it is indeed about the journey and as poets we do walk hand in hand through this strange land..

awe inspiring AL..

love Brenda

I'm so pleased it's inspiring to you Crim.

You're so right. We do journey together and we stay together.

Love

Al-x-

The write was beautiful and flowing.  Very nicely done.  My favorite line: "The bed being raised on six sturdy bricks, with the blankets all soaked up in garlic."   Thank you.

Thankyou for popping in Miss Ashee

I'm so pleased you found something meaningful here.

Blue Skies @ U

Al-x-

Can't think of anything else to add that hasn't been previously said, Al.
So I'll enjoy the vibration fading faintly from the edge of town - yet
you can still feel the rumble long after the ghost train has left town.

Thank you so much my friend

So lovely to see your visit and comments

Much love at you

Al-x-

The first stanza made me think it was unknown angels transporting another soul. I saw metaphors in a lot of this. Nicely done.

Thank you for the awesome comment!

Thank you Missy for the awsome reading of this! Extremely greatful!

You’re most welcome.

Because, poetry.

:)

dearest Al Missy did a smashing and haunting read
i'm so happy she did bringing this one back to my thoughts
you are both incredibly gifted poets..

so grateful to share your company..

love Brenda

The feeling Crim is so very mutual hunny.
It is indeed an honour to walk these walls with you.

I think the reading Missy did makes this poem just come to life and adds so much value. I'm so greatful to her.

Lovely comment

Thank you!