24 Feb


She releases my hand

I wake from lost dreams on a bitterly cold Sunday morning with the shape of her name caressing my lips like a kiss.

A reluctant grey day has already crept in from behind the heavy curtains and made the room pale.

I search for her in the shadows knowing she is always beyond reach.

I swear I hear a faint cadence of her laughter from a place far away.

With a flick of her hair and the ghost of a smile her image fades.

Sometimes I am not even sure who she is.



Β© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from pathogens


Posted by on February 24, 2013 in Lovers Past, Still Life


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46 responses to “Ghost

  1. thesacredroad

    February 24, 2013 at 10:16 pm

    heart stutter. this is achingly beautiful. X


  2. copiousveracity

    February 24, 2013 at 10:18 pm

    You pull heart strings like a puppeteer – a compliment I’m sure you will take in it’s right intent.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 24, 2013 at 11:29 pm

      A puppeteer is a compliment. To me anyway. Although I do not set out with a strategy when I write.


  3. lisa298

    February 24, 2013 at 10:19 pm

    So haughtingly beautiful and so eloquently writen


  4. mlbk7

    February 24, 2013 at 10:35 pm

    So beautiful. She is the one you dream about…of course…real or not.


  5. littlekaninchen

    February 24, 2013 at 10:39 pm

    You’re on a roll!
    Really good! πŸ‡πŸ‡πŸ‡


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 24, 2013 at 11:31 pm

      That does make me sound like a sandwich filling. But I know what you mean. Thank you


  6. ktz2

    February 24, 2013 at 11:25 pm

    You certainly have ‘ a way with words’..I feel it. Often it’s difficult to capture a mood or feeling into the right words, but once again you have success.


  7. carolinejuliette

    February 24, 2013 at 11:58 pm

    Evocative memories can be so bittersweet.


  8. Coco J. Ginger

    February 25, 2013 at 12:09 am

    Your work is MAGNETIC.


  9. Lonely Daffodil

    February 25, 2013 at 12:38 am

    I’m happy to be here… Beautiful.


  10. pivoine68

    February 25, 2013 at 4:26 am

    I loved this and you make me smile when you compare yourself to sandwich filling!



  11. butterflyx3

    February 25, 2013 at 6:32 am

    Beautiful and sad at the same time…


  12. Jennifer Adams Teasley

    February 25, 2013 at 8:28 am

    Lovely haunting piece RD and the photo is quite fitting πŸ™‚


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 25, 2013 at 10:13 pm

      Thank you. I think it took longer to find than it took to write


      • Jennifer Adams Teasley

        February 26, 2013 at 1:34 am

        Ha! Yes I know how that is. The image is everything really. Often I find an image I love so much I just have to write a poem centered around the photo:)


  13. Heartafire

    February 25, 2013 at 7:52 pm

    “That does make me sound like a sandwich filling”…a superb sense of humor as well as a brilliant and prolific writer.


  14. emmylgant

    February 25, 2013 at 8:57 pm

    Ah. The eternal feminine haunts you, I think. Smiles. Beautifully expressed as always.


  15. loneyheart

    February 25, 2013 at 9:19 pm

    I fear i am becoming this woman in my masters life. And it pains me. I do not want to be the ghost of a love that once was. But i am traped in my own fears, unable to move. Pleading for someone to show me the way.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 25, 2013 at 10:16 pm

      I hope you find it – a guide to show such paths are few and far between


      • loneyheart

        February 25, 2013 at 10:39 pm

        I need clarity. Clarity of mind, of self and of heart.
        And right now i have none.


        • Romantic Dominant

          February 25, 2013 at 11:00 pm

          That is sad. I hope you find clarity


        • obeyme15

          February 26, 2013 at 3:45 am

          I have always clarity even. Give us a chance


  16. janineyork

    February 25, 2013 at 11:15 pm

    It reminds me of my true ghost. The love who committed suicide, it captures easily those feelings and memories. Truly always beyond reach. This one made me cry, I am overwhelmed. Your words evoke such emotion in me. You are a true artist with words.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 25, 2013 at 11:41 pm

      I did not mean to cause you sorrow. I have also known such loss from the taking of one’s life.
      Thank you. Such praise is far more than is due but I appreciate it.


  17. janineyork

    February 25, 2013 at 11:56 pm

    Such poetic genius cannot be overstated. Your humility is just another of your assets. Such beauty you make of words, I am never disappointed when I get to your verse. I am always excited to read your words and see what emotion you will walk me through with your words on this new day. πŸ™‚


  18. obeyme15

    February 26, 2013 at 3:51 am

    Even knowing this person very well causes us to grab and strive to have something out of our control but is a wonderful expeirience just trying. Hoping maybe one day to really know


  19. Little K.

    February 27, 2013 at 10:46 am

    Lovely…I enjoy how the photo (to me, mind You) works perfectly with the last portions lovely depiction; seeing as the images are not in the same stance nor true familiarity..
    A wonderful day I wish for You, Sir.


    • Romantic Dominant

      February 27, 2013 at 8:12 pm

      Thank you. I hope your day is good too. Mine is now almost done


  20. teressaceeblog

    February 27, 2013 at 5:42 pm

    Love this. If only all men could express themselves this way…


  21. hotlilmess

    February 28, 2013 at 12:36 am

    Simply breathtaking. Thank you for sharing Your writings. Beautiful.



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