A.J. Huffman – Ghosts of Tomorrow

June 30, 2014 | By | 8 Replies More

howl at the moon of my mind,

calling me to them.  I am their desired

leader, the hands that deign to rock

the cradle of creativity.  I am not

knocking, but waiting for the door

to open.  The trail of keys

left for me haunts my thoughts.

I cannot sleep or stoop to touch

their gold.  I know

they will change me, maybe

even break me.  Their teeth are honed

to bite.

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  1. Hauntingly beautiful.

  2. Hi A.J.–
    This poem is riveting. I especially like, “The trail of keys
    left for me haunts my thoughts” and “Their teeth are honed to bite.”
    Victoria–

  3. Ada Wiam says:

    This is a beautiful piece. I love the words and the feeling they left with me.

  4. This poem bears reading and re-reading to extract every possible meaning. Thak you.

  5. Susan P. Blevins says:

    I just love the terminology: moon of my mind; cradle of creativity; trail of keys…
    Very evocative and haunting and I resonate absolutely with the dangers of the creative life…..and with the rewards too though!

  6. Jane Burn says:

    Yes, the moon of my mind is a strong image. I particularly enjoy the ending – it leaves you with a shiver.

  7. candice says:

    yes, love the image of not standing before a door, waiting for it to open….. had just read something about not waiting , not hoping, not dreaming of open doors…… but go and just build the darn door!!!!! and oh yes, that bite, that is what we risk. life is really nothing without risk.

  8. Mary Kendall says:

    I love the haunting imagery of this beautiful poem. Each reading brings something new.

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