HALLOWEEN -- hauntings and ghostlings

(This is a startling poem that evokes images of death, ghosts, murder, loneliness, hopelessness, and a mind full of specters that wander in the pathways and maze of a burdened brain.  A poem definitely for the Halloween season – and a reminder that death is the final chapter of birth.  SO I say – LIVE for the MOMENT, for it too will pass beyond the DOOR.  [dht-2011])

 [A haunting poem #670 by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, my maternal Cousin]

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —
One need not be a House —
The Brain has Corridors — surpassing
Material Place —

Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting
External Ghost
Than its interior Confronting —
That Cooler Host.

Far safer, through an Abbey gallop,
The Stones a’chase —
Than Unarmed, one’s a’self encounter —
In lonesome Place —

Ourself behind ourself, concealed —
Should startle most —
Assassin hid in our Apartment
Be Horror’s least.

The Body — borrows a Revolver —
He bolts the Door —
O’erlooking a superior spectre —

Or More —

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A Walk in the Dark

[Photo Source: Google online images]

(23 Oct 2011 - A constitutional stroll in the wilds of Nature - to clear the Cobwebs and release the Spirit.  BUT, WATCH OUT for the PUMPKINS – HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND TREAT-OR-TREATING!  dht-2011)

The Walls of my day –

held me prisoner.

The need to escape for a Time –

a mandate.

With walker and walking shoes –

I took a stroll.

The dark my Cloak –

the stars my Companion –

the streetlights my Guides.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]