Conservations with the dead.

Conversations with the dead


Today I was looking at my rows of shelves

Where I still have conversations with the dead.

Yesterday I was sharing a joke with Vonnegut and laughing silly,

Having sex in the woodshed with Lawrence,

Getting high with Kerouac in a Mexican Brothel

And shooting at fascists with Hemingway.

I speak to them through the years

And they communicate with me.

Their immortality speaks volumes.

Their words never die.

Their thoughts and dreams are precious.

Today I was looking at the rows of lives that line my mind and rooms,

That shared their imaginations with me,

Who advise me still, inspire and enthrall.

My life would be so much the paler without their words in my head.

I learn so much, am so moved, by my conversations with the dead.


Opher 27.4.2018


38 thoughts on “Conservations with the dead.

  1. We can learn so much from the dead and the words they wrote. How many books do we actually read that are written by someone living. It’s like a kind Teacher when one was young, much younger, sitting and sharing a book reading the words of Dickens or Elliot or the Poetry which one began to like

    1. And they still live through their words. They will always be with us. They shine a light on the human condition.

  2. Hey Opher, Namaste πŸ™‚

    Evocative, sentimental, inspiring and hauntingly beautiful…their enduring presence fills your poetic pen with creative sensitivity and style.

    Namaste πŸ™‚


    1. Thanks Dewin. I am deep in writing mode, a third way through the first draft of a new Sci-fi novel. It is flowing well. The poem was a short break to clear my head.
      Power to you! Truck on!

  3. Hey Opher, Namaste πŸ™‚

    Far be it from me to interrupt your prolific outpourings with a comment: best wishes with your sci-fi endeavours: another novel novel ‘from out of this world?’

    I like the idea of a poem being a palette cleaner…I’ll have to mention that notion to Merlin wherever he may be at this time πŸ™‚

    Cheers good friend, thank you again for sharing πŸ˜‰ Namaste


    1. Dewin my friend, take care among the sharks and gird your defences wisely. Take refuge in poems and give my regards to Merlin. Remember that wariness and silence are the greatest weapons. Arm Merlin well. I look forward to meeting him among the ink. There is strength in inaction too. Sometimes the wait is worth the effort.

  4. Hey master Opher, Namaste πŸ™‚

    Merlin will undoubtedly return your kind regards ten-fold and with a drizzle of magic included: thank you for sharing as you do. πŸ™‚

    I hope the great wizard will be back amongst the ink shortly and penning material as good as your poem here and replying with comments as well articulated.

    I’ll look forward to your next excellent lines. The wait will be worth the effort πŸ™‚

    Until then…take care my friend and enjoy a wonderful weekend writing.

    Namaste πŸ™‚


    1. Dewin – at present the tale pours off the fingers like honey. Whether in the reading it will taste as sweet will only be proven with the test of time.
      Relax and enjoy the weekend. May your meetings with Merlin prove fruitful.

  5. That lovely runny honey: that is the ambrosia Opher, that is the buzz. πŸ˜€

    Your outpouring will be nectar for the reader’s discerning palette: they will gather as might bees around a honey-pot πŸ™‚

    Thanks Opher….I am slowly warming-up to the chilling-out…all I need is the one first line and the rest will follow πŸ˜‰

    Take care my friend,

    Namaste πŸ™‚


    1. The magic first line is always the key to open the door. Once you are in may the ambrosia flow sweetly and the gods of inspiration be fed.

      1. Hey head-master Opher, Namaste πŸ™‚

        How curious it was then that my next opening line concerned a door πŸ˜‰

        I think the room behind the door is a place you know very well…just how many books have you written, how many words have been penned? Tis a place of milk and honey, the Writer’s Room, my friend.

        Hoping all is swell in the well of life and you wearing a smile.

        Take care. Namaste πŸ™‚


      2. Synchronicity my friend. The world works in strange ways.
        I am in my writers room right now. It feels good. I am indeed wearing a smile.
        The words are flowing.
        I hope the muse is treating you well Dewin.

      3. Tis a place you obviously feel very centred: where your muse inspires whilst you perspire in an inky procession of words…I hope she leaves you breathless πŸ˜‰

        Namaste πŸ™‚


      4. I am always at home when I am in a place to write. The quiet to focus and the environment to stimulate. As long as I have the means to write I am happy.

      5. πŸ˜€ right you are! Just one more set of 50 lines to add to the current poem: Sunday I am then able to make strides in creative spaces…

        Namaste πŸ™‚


    1. Thank you Cheryl. I’m glad you enjoyed it. It came into my head during a break from writing my current novel. I was sitting drinking a cup of tea looking at one of my bookshelves. Funny how inspiration strikes.

  6. Reblogged this on Impromptu Promptlings and commented:
    Just have to post this poem by Opher. I SO feel the same thing with my books. Sometimes I sit in the room with the bookshelves and I can hear them whispering to each other. But Opher’s poem says it all. This is for all the book lovers out there…

  7. I feel exactly the same way. It is a bit of a strange wonder, to be able to listen to those masterful voices of the past. Thanks for sharing, Opher!

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