The Ghost of Hearts


This is a tale of a tortured soul

Who tragically has not quite passed on

But walks the earth alone and forsaken

Neither having gone to hell or heaven


His demise came on a fateful frosty night

When he slipped on rocks to his death

All the way down into an abyss he fell

And woke as a ghost with a story to tell


He soon realised that he had no body

And wondered how he could walk without legs

It was a case of mind over matter he guessed

To inform his beloveds about his death


As a man, this Ghost was courting three women

So he set out to visit them one by one

He needed to explain to each of them discreetly

How it came to be that he had lost his life.


He first approached Celeste who had curvy hips

And laid his ghostly hand on her shoulder which made her shiver

He spoke to her in loving words as she looked in the mirror

Whilst she combed her raven hair and painted her lips

And could neither hear nor see his ghostly apparition


Broken hearted he proceeded to visit Margherita

Whom he adored because with her, he shared la dolce vita

She lay seductively on her bed in a black negligee

And he approached her with lust like back in the day


But he noticed that he could no longer feel the fire

That once flamed the sinews of his earthly desire

So he watched her yawn sleepily and turn on her side

Eyes closed and falling in a sweet slumber ‘till morn

Leaving him feeling all cold and empty and forlorn


The last lover he sought was named Camille

She was a poet and he held her in high esteem

He sat near as she scribed her rhymes with a quill

Not touching for he knew she would not feel

Not uttering a sound for he knew she heard nil


And as he looked over her shoulder with melancholy

This Ghost of Hearts realised his vanity and folly

His soul felt all the pain now that he had no body

And he wished he was in the hot fires of hades


He thought he had found his soul-mate lady

He thought Camille and he would one day marry

Alas, the Ghost of Heart's soul finally passed over

When he read her loving words scribed to her new lover.



© Copyright Maria D'Alessandro 2012. All Rights Reserved.

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epigramman 4 years ago

....this is a hubwow kind of narrative poem Miss Maria of Magnificence and I shall hubbow to your poetic genius here at telling a cinematic story which reminds me of Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights. I hear flowing music in my head when I am reading these words and the thoughts of sensitive crying poets, quills and thrills, soulmates and playmates just chills this poe-it right down to his bone and makes me want to slip on the rocks to my death so I can come back and haunt hubpages, my past lovers, my creative muses and definitely my legion of female followers by painting words on a canvas with my tears for all to see while I am sitting on my toilet having a pee and weeping .......lake erie time 6:24am


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ Epigramman - Colin, I'm letting everyone know that it's worth reading my poem just so they can read you rave review. Thanks so much - your comments are like literary dessert to me and I look forward to my Epi reward after each hub.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

wow what a fantastic poem.. this is amazing.. My hat is off to you

I am sharing on Facebook

Debbie


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ Deborah - Thank you again for your support and comment Deborah.


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PurvisBobbi44 4 years ago from Florida

scrittobene,

So beautifully written that my heart beat to the rhythm of each desolate word---of the lost spirit of a man. I am so happy you are writing again on HP.

Your Hub Friend,

Bobbi


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ PurvisBobbi44 - I appreciate you dropping by and leaving a comment. Also, many thanks for your fan mail. Cheers, Maria.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon

Well done, a tale which kept me to the end. He obviously, courted no better as a man than he did as a ghost. Courting three women, I'm surprised he lasted as long as he did!


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ arb - Many thanks for your amusing comment. LOL.

The truth is that to a woman, an insincere lover becomes an invisible and irrelevant ghost and is so easily forgotten.


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epigramman 4 years ago

......I really like this addition of the Kate Bush video - it enhances the experience of a beautiful poem already set to its own stirring music ..... lake erie time 12:02pm


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arb 4 years ago from oregon

I think insincerity distinguishes not between man or woman, but, solely in the authenticity of professed love, regardless of the gender. To a woman or a man, the wound bleeds red from both.


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ epi - Thanks for the idea Colin. It's a great video. Let's hope I don't get unpublished due to a duplication violation which is what happened to the song Hub I posted last night "Dark Fallen Angel".

@ arb - Yes the wound certainly does bleed red from both arb.


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Wow! That has been said already, I know. One of your best here with this tale of a vagabond spirit. I felt certain that the lovely Camille, the poet,would feel his presence, be writing her lines to him. But he was hoisted by his own petard, he of the roving eye, etc.

Up, beautiful, awesome!!!


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ xstatic - Thanks for you insightful comment. I can see that you have sensed my ghostly drift.


Poetic Fool 4 years ago

Maria, you seem to have a knack for these beautiful, heart wrenching and tragic poems. Hopefully, the come solely from your imagination and not personal pain. You weave these stories seemingly without effort and they are a joy to read though so tragic. Voted up, awesome and beautiful, my poetic friend.


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ Poetic Fool - thanks for your comment. There's always something of our psyche in our writing. Each word reveals a bit about us - there is no escaping that. Not all my poems are tragic thankfully but when writing those that are, I allow various demons to be released which may otherwise continue to haunt me.


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

A piece of art really maria!

Am still mesmerized! YOu have got the epi award!

Brilliant!!


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@rahul - many thanks for your kind comment as usual Rahul. Much appreciated.


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas

Well, as the cowboy would say, "there ya go"...and so it is with love. I suppose if we are ever able to haunt about, it might be wise to leave old loves out of the tour! LOL! Very nicely done. Thanks much for sharing. WB


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IsadorasThought 4 years ago

Beautiful! That is the way to tell a story!


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ Wayne Brown - Thanks so much for dropping by Wayne and commenting. Yes maybe it's best not to revisit old loves - who knows what or who we might find. LOL


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ Isadoras - Thanks for commenting. Cheers.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Felt so sorry for the poor soul. Good that he found peace at last. From what I understand in real life there are spirits who supposedly choose to remain here instead going to the world beyond. Perhaps the poor soul you wrote your lovely poem about would of stayed with his Camille if she had been sorrowing for him. Just wonderful Maria.


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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

It's great to have met yout on H/P.

This is so wonderful to read, the ghost was a lucky man to have three ladies.

Vote up and awesome.


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ Gypsy & @ writer20 - Many thanks for dropping by and for your comments.


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BeyondMax 4 years ago from Sydney, Australia

A beautiful ballad of a lost soul, very touching, I actually felt very sorry for the guy... But on the other hand, was he really honest himself from the beginning? In the end, triple dipping is surely asking for a trouble =)


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ BeyondMax - nice to have an Aussie mate commenting here on my poems. Cheers Max.


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sharonchristy 4 years ago from India

Such haunting poetry! I am honoured to know such a wonderful writer!


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scrittobene 4 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@ Sharonchristy - many thanks for dropping by.

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