Graveyard of Lost Souls
69For those of you who believe in or have actually had an up close and personal experience with a ghostly figure, I hope you will appreciate this piece of poetry. I had such a sighting a few years back when I was driving through the night to get to my destination. It was in a town in Kentucky, a town name I can’t remember. The sighting haunts me to this very day,not in a scary way but with sadness for the lady in white who wanders that road and cemetery. Up till then I had never had a paranormal experience, however it made me a firm believer from that night forward.
Lady In White
Why did she appear to
me in the early morning light
staring from a distance with her
reflection looking back at her.
I saw her through my looking glass
a floating spirit restless as
the night and grey shadows
of reflective sorrows and pain.
Her sad expressions so deep
her eyes as black as night
in a flowing gown of white
she appeared like a broken
timepiece stuck at midnight.
Was she a lost child of the past
speaking to me through closed lips
wanting to reach me somehow
and feel my eyes looking back
at her and be not fearful
but understand who she was.
Someone who once lived amongst
the living filled with dreams and
hopes and promises of loves expression
now she lingers for awhile in solitude
along the road of loneliness and despair
reaching out in some small way for someone
to stop awhile and not be frightened of her
presence there but instead look back and
touch her lost soul and light a little flame
of hope for her to return to the resting place.
In that private place of darkness and mold
amongst the dead who walk forever in
the mist and graveyards of lost souls.
© Copyright 2012 by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved
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Wonderful Poem Vincent.
I had an experience in a very old hotel in Alruras, Ca. many years ago. I was in a room on the third floor and had just gone to bed, when I felt the bed collapse a little as if another person had gotten in with me. I rolled over only to find myself bumping into an "Invisible" body. I went down and told the lady that runs the hotel, and she told me that must have been the old woman that owned the hotel and had died there.
I too am a believer.
Voted up and awesome. I am a true believer and I have seen and heard astounding things. These spirits fascinate me and I bet your lady in white has one interesting story to tell. Thanks you for sharing. Wonderfully haunting poem.
This is really great, enchanting, haunting and captivating poem! I wonder what I would have felt if I had such an encounter. It is kind of scary and overwhelming!
anupma, thank you for your nice comment.
I agree, souls are immortal.
@Curiad, thank you for your lovely comment.
Wow that would have been sure scary, turning
over in your bed and finding a ghost laying beside
you. Nice to know you share my belief.
@Gypsy Rose Lee another true believer, most
people won't believe until they see with their own
eyes and I understand that, yet religion will proclaim
YE of little FAITH, if one does not believe in JC. Go figure? I went on to write "My Lost Kentucky Love"
which I will be posting here soon.
@ BeyondMax, thank you for your kind words. Yes
it was a scary event that early morning when I met
her, I've never been the same since.
Well-written. Well-stressed. I've noticed some perfect editing in here.
Dear Vincent, this is the sadness of death ---- "Someone who once lived amongst the living filled with dreams and hopes and promises of loves expression now she lingers...."
Life is so precious! We have but only a couple of years to enjoy what it offers - to look beyond the bad to the good. I see life very much like a glass filled with beer, but badly poured. You've got to go through 3/4 bitter foam to taste the pure, bitter, refreshing sweetness.
I've got some catching up to do in your corner. Will do asap.
PS: Have you noticed how much we have grown here at the hubs?
Hello my sweet Martie. I happen to be at work reading my comments:-) One more shift tomorrow and I am off again for 4 days. Yippy Kyee. Yes we all have a very short window upon earth and we must make the most and best of our time while we are here. Every single human I'm sure was filled with hopes and dreams and many were cut short due to death knocking at their doors and taking them to the next plane.
I love your description to a glass of beer, mine would be to a glass of wine. With wine the last drop and the residue left at the bottom of the crystal glass is indicative of a small spot in the overall reflection from the crystal or what we may call earth.
Grown at the Hubs? I had close to 1000 followers with over 150 hubs and reached the elusive 100 score a number of times, then I changed to Vincent and it all crashed around me, but heck I never was one to worry about numbers. I am back and growing and republishing some of the pieces that got lost along the way.
You have grown indeed, more prettier, lovely, interesting, sexier, LOLLL and all the men are at your feet and some knocking at your door:-) enjoy the moments. Big Canadian hugs from me to you.
I wonder why these souls are so lost. You have described her searching, her loneliness so perfectly. When I read your words, I could see her there and I wondered… does she know? Oh, if they don’t, how deeply pitiful and sad…it brings such tears. Beautiful, Vincent, as always.
Genna this will be the quickest reply to a comment I've ever given. Just as I was leaving this Hub, your comment appeared:-) Yes indeed it would be very sad if she didn't know. I was compelled to continue to write about this lady when I wrote Kentucky Love. I felt moved and almost led to lay it out and then two more poems followed from it. I often wonder if there is a connection between me and her. Could I be her Jeremiah? Thank you my fine poetic princess for leaving me such a stimulating comment as always.
I wonder what i would do if something like this ever happened to me, sometimes I wish it would. My Grandmother was a firm believer in STATIONS where people went when they died before entering heaven, strange, I haven't a clue, but i'm open to all beliefs..Thank you my good friend Ken..
Society consists of individuals that are destined to penetrate the veils and realize their immortal existence in Creation. Vincent, I believe your encounter with the Lady in White was no random accident but was meant to be. Due to our experiences in this material life we both know the spirit within in us is much more real than the physical body. And Vincent, I also believe the Lady in White was searching for an answer of her own- one that you supplied her my friend. We have very few illusions left to us, you and I, and that's a beautiful thing.
PS- putting a link to this on the new story if that's alright and up and all the button bones 'cept the funny one.
Always Exploring, before this happened to me, I was a skeptic a non-believer. Since that happened it opened up my mind and channels to the possibilities of being reached by a spirit world. I hope this Lady In White found peace in her wanderings, I don't know why she appeared at the back of my trailer, however I am now glad she did, at the time I was pretty frightened.
@Alastar Packer I believe now to Alastar that it was meant to be, for what reason I don't know yet. However she led me on to scribe a few more poems and a story about a sad situation of two lovers. Yes the spirit is much more powerful that the physical which dies and turns to dust, the spirt/soul lives on no doubt about that.
I hope she found an answer when she looked at me for some time, she eventually drifted into a mist and left me stunned and shaken. I sure hope I helped with her travel and answered what she was looking for in me. Yes you most certainly can add this link to your newest story. Thank you my friend for reading my work, I am honored that you visited me.
The honor is all mine Vincent. The plan is to make your writings a habit. Nolo reply is needed here my friend.
Hi Ken I am pleased you published this again. Such a hauntingly beautiful piece of work and delighted to read it once more. I believe this lady in white has a connection to you, somewhere in this universe and our ever looping existance you knew her I am sure.
I have already read 'Lost kentucky Love' and came straight here to comment first.
Definitely has my thumbs up
Rosemay50 I often wondered as well if there was a connection, maybe just maybe we shared a past life? Thank you for the thumbs up my friend, somewhere in time I truly
believe we all traveled and will continue to when our physical bodies turn to dust once more. Hugs
I don't see her as a lost soul. I think she heard you were going to be in town and just came out to meet you. Well written, between you and Alastar; I now have to question my whole stance on aberrations.
HI Vincent! Soulful piece of poetry.. needless to say! I was not a believer until I was fifteen years old and had an experience which shook me to the core...
I do not remember those fifteen minutes of my life... All I remember Is blankness and then after my mother slapping me right in the face.. and my whole neighborhood up on the terrace where I lay pale and lost..
I had been taken over by a ghost for fifteen minutes... and I don't remember what I did... My friends tell me that I knocked on the doors of a closed flat where a murder had taken place recently... and begged for water..
The incident haunts me till today... but some where it essays the pain and sadness of the lost soul.. the ghost as he might be called... The loneliness and longing for his family and loved ones... the exquisiteness of life grabbed away from them
You have captured that in your poem in the most beautiful poetic fashion any one could
Hat's off
Vincent, I am "gob smacked" at hearing of this encounter of yours. Is it altogether a coincidence that you have written a beautiful poem to preserve the memory of this mysterious apparition. Could it be, that she purposefully chose to appear before you knowing that you could give her the validation she may not have had on earth. Here you are, a poet who has now given life and form to her existence albeit she is no longer on our physical plane. If this was her wish then you have accomplished it well in this beautiful poem.
mcbirdbks Do you think we was waiting for me? Or was I just a trespasser in the early light. From our first meeting and her leaving me in awe. I went on to write more of her. I suppose there is meaning behind it all, I may find out when I cross over to the other side myself. Thank you Mike for giving a read.
@rahul, What an amazing story you shared here as well, it's beyond understanding why some are chosen and the spirit world reveals themselves to us. I never till that encounter believed in ghosts or spirits. I am a firm believer today. Your story is astounding, a ghost entering your body. WOW I know you will never forget that moment indeed. Thank you sir for your comment and share.
@Maria It could be I am not certain of anything anymore. I was "gob smacked" to loved that Australian expression:-) I hope I did give her the validation, if that is what she was seeking, I don't know. I do know that 5 years later I am a poet writing about her and scribing 3 more additions to our meeting.
Read " My Kentucky Love, I was compelled to write a story about two young lovers finding and losing each other. I will post the other two soon, just waiting for them to deindex from Google so I can republish them in the Hubs.
anupma 2 weeks ago
Nice poem! Souls are immortal.