Ghost Forms
Waking Point
by Helen Noakes
“Equal dark, equal light, flow in Circle, deep insight. Blessed Be, Blessed Be, the transformation of energy!” —Nigh An’Fey, Transformation of Energy
SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—9/5/11—
In the periphery of my memory,
Just beyond articulation into words
Strung together in sentence necklaces,
I find a world of undefined ideas.
Baffling traces of experience
Problematic feelings of:
Why not?
What happened?
Where did time go?
September’s here.
The best month
In the Northern segment
Of our sphere.
Abundant.
Sun-dappled.
Fragrant with grasses and apples.
Falling leaves like ancient stories,
Burnished gold moments before they crackle,
Dry beneath my feet.
Turned by my feet into
Rich, warm soil,
Fecund and ready for
Spring planting,
Summer birthing.
My September has arrived as well.
And walking on the bright fire-hued
Memories of my dreams,
I wonder at those flickering forms
In my mind’s eye,
Just beyond reach.
Will I fall into seeing there
The world I’d planted in my past?
Or are they ghost forms
Meant only to intrigue
And Mystify?
Helen Noakes
Helen Noakes is a playwright, novelist, writer, art historian, linguist, and Traditional Reiki Master, who was brought up in and derives richness from several of the world’s great traditions and philosophies. She believes that writing should engage and entertain, but also inform and inspire. She also believes that because the human race expresses itself in words, it is words, in the end, that will show us how very similar we are and how foolish it is to think otherwise. (Author Head Shot Augment: René Laanen.)
6 Comments
Nancy F.
Where did time go? indeed. Fall is my favorite time of year– but it does bring melancholy reflections. Thanks for the vivid images– I can smell the autumn leaves!
Nancy
hnoakes
Thanks for reading, Nancy. And thanks, especially, for taking the time to comment.
Helen
Deborah R.
What a lovely, mood-evoking poem! Thoughts and memories mixing together with a touch of melancholy. The clock seems to start ticking faster in late summer and early autumn. In fact, as soon as the long month of August is over, the year begins to race downhill toward its final month. You’ve captured that feeling, along with other evocations of mystery.
I loved the following lines:
. . . Fragrant with grasses and apples.
Falling leaves like ancient stories,
Burnished gold moments before they crackle . . .
You’ve managed to include three of the five senses in these three lines: smell, vision, and hearing. Nice.
Deborah
Alessa Adamo
I love this time of year in the Bay Area. And the moon has been beautiful this past week. Thanks for the lovely images.
Dan Cortright
You have a wonderful way with words, Helen. They are inspiring and thought-provoking.
hnoakes
Dear Deborah, Alessa and Dan,
Thanks so much for reading, and for taking the time to comment.
Autumn is one of my favorite times of year. There’s something magical about the light, and the “feel” of this season.
My Best Wishes to You All,
Helen