The letter.
I wrote you yesterday
Tears shed spiritual blood
Ink blended, faded blue
Beneath weighted wet
Words weary quivered from pen
I miss you seeped from nib
Unreason and I united
Mesmerized momentarily
Lingered sad
Written rhythmic tempo shook
Cursive tenderness never before said
Signed, I love you
Fear seizes
Letter lays, sealed unread
Tears shed spiritual blood
Ink blended, faded blue
Beneath weighted wet
Words weary quivered from pen
I miss you seeped from nib
Unreason and I united
Mesmerized momentarily
Lingered sad
Written rhythmic tempo shook
Cursive tenderness never before said
Signed, I love you
Fear seizes
Letter lays, sealed unread
posted by Serpthia | 12:13 PM
7 Comments:
Heya,
With a backyard like the one three posts below, I wouldn't care what anybody thought about my letters. :)
Cheers,
You gave me a giggle; thanks for that. Just so you know (I'm sure you already do), I've never really written a letter like that, but my mind sure can imagine it.
Warmly,
Serp.
Stirring piece. I have written a letter or two like that, poems too. Sometimes it helps just to get it out, even if no one ever hears or reads it.
Hi, this is great. I mean, true. I often feel that way....
Ann Marie, writer too...
This one reminds of a POST SECRET post card..
very well written.
I miss you seeped from nib
Poignant and deep.
Nice words...
~michaelm
I have written letter like that. I think the last line really makes the poem.
Post a Comment
<< Home