Introducing Samantha Rose ~ Chasing Ghosts

Rose-gold sunbeams set the autumn trees ablaze

under skies consumed by the pouring rain,

mind obscured in a silver haze.

 

I search for glimpses in the rearview mirror

and hold open the palms of my hand out the window

hoping to catch drops of nostalgia

 

that quench my soul like water.

I see drive by memories

strewn apart by the wind

 

and buried deep in muddy waters.

They swirl apart the tattered pages in my mind

but dissipate quickly on the tongue.

 

I try to capture phantoms in a glass bottle

but memories are not wine,

they don’t get richer as they age.

 

They haunt me,

and as seasons die

I try to dig up their bodies –

 

forever left

chasing ghosts.

 

© Copyright Samantha Rose 2018

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You can catch more of Samantha existing at her blog, Existential Poetry.