Lurking behind every door are ghosts
from a shadowy past,
eager to be translated
to a dubious present.

Impregnated in genes
are the memories of these ghosts,
split second DNA, with desire housing
the delicate substance quoting life.

Stupid am I to allow
others' memories,
lurking in my fresh Being
to suck life out of my present.
But power filled, even to think
that I could release their tenacious hold
from a life unfulfilled
and requiring recompense.

Helplessness rages simultaneously,
pleading a judicious balance
to satisfy life's imbalances,
yet knowing

I cannot do it.


  1. Billl Hackett April 23, 2012 at 3:01 pm #

    I don’t think we can escape past memories. They will go with us where ever we go. We must be positive and continue.

  2. Veronica April 26, 2012 at 9:35 pm #

    Bill, Centuries of dogma are almost impossible to overcome. Each life is a gift with talents to be multiplied in fulfilling one’s own attempt to make a difference. There are worlds and times enough for all unfinished dreams.

  3. Claudia Hallissey April 30, 2012 at 2:34 pm #

    Couldn’t “Memory” be one of those great teachers you have alluded to.

  4. Veronica May 1, 2012 at 3:55 am #

    Claudia, the good and not so good memories are the best teachers when they have a time to refer to but when we are given a ‘glimpse’ of a memory with no putting place, this is when we begin the search for its root.

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