Sunday, August 26, 2012

Altered Perception

In slow time,
the colours of day
receded
further from
his mind's imagination,
painting out the scene.
Night left him
feeling out of place,
but aware
his body
was insubstantial, could fade
into nothingness,
as nightmares
combined to close ranks,
battalions
of grey ghosts
marching in hushed formation
towards the sunrise.

Inspired by Mag 132, with thanks to Tess & Andrew Wyeth.

28 comments:

  1. Ooh, Jinksy... this is great. I especially like the ending. = )

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  2. We become ghosts, mayhap, at night? And it is the light that brings us back. I think :)

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  3. I like what you did here...blurring made it look ghostly and fading into nothingness ~

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  4. I love the image you've created and the words "battalions
    of grey ghosts marching in hushed formation" . Restless slumbers are difficult to deal with the following day. So imaginative, Jinksy! Thank you for sharing.

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  5. ha...i really like your closure jinksy...the ghosts marching toward the sunrise....i like what you did with the pic as well...it accentuates your words...

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  6. Oh...this is very different from you and, I like it. I love what you did with the picture and the ghosts marching, nightmares, all make it superb!

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  7. Altered perceptions, indeed - the sort that make one glad to wake up.

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  8. you hit it ...fade to nothingness...close to home for me today...xx

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  9. the altered image coupled with the last lines- wow- stellar poetry

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  10. indeed all very good....really like last line....thanks for sharing

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  11. Painting out the scene- it is plenty dark in your rendition...
    but ultimately comes around to light again! thanks.

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  12. As we travel thru time, in our time machine, all looks well and should be wall hung.

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  13. Not sure which I liked most, the way you altered the image or the words you accompanied it with. Either way, this is a hit with me!

    =)

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  14. Wow. Just wonderful, Jinksy. Thank you.

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  15. Oh bravo! Brilliant write.

    Anna :o]

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  16. Bring on the sunrise - this sounds like an all too familiar restless night!

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  17. That's life - gets you that way, don't it? love this.

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  18. I like the grey ghosts marching in hushed formation. Cool take on the photo.

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  19. Wow Jinksy , indeed it sounds much like the travails of some forlorn recently departed earthbound spirit, cheers

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  20. oh I loved this...Wyeth's thoughts perhaps

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  21. I like to think of ghosts bringing us back to the light.

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  22. "battalions of grey ghosts".... I LOVE THAT Line!! I can always look forward to the new twist you always create....

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  23. Ooh, shivers...bring back the sunlight!

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  24. Your ghosts in grey will give way to morning, but when you're in the middle of them, it seems like eternity, no? Haunting poem, and NO pun intended. Strong! Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/09/11/comes-the-revolution-for-riley/

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