4 April






it is not the words that you once wrote

or even the letters that you formed with your fine fingers

it is the whisper of your essence on the yellowed paper

the lingering breath of your thoughts

the fading pen marks where your once strong hand forged lines

into a language I would carry in my heart

long after your sweet lips stopped

long after your hands were still

long after your last breath



dverse

imaginary gardens with real toads


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  1. Maude Lynn4 April 2014 at 21:27

    This is lovely and timeless.

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  2. Lydia4 April 2014 at 21:37

    This leaves me breathless it is so lovely.

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  3. Ella4 April 2014 at 21:47

    Oh, so tender and fragile are the whispers of the heart! This makes me teary eyed.
    Beautiful written-wow!~

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  4. Charleen4 April 2014 at 21:51

    Seems like you're missing someone.

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  5. Brian Miller4 April 2014 at 23:02

    you def convey
    the feeling in this..
    the longing, the missing
    like returning to those letters
    of one long gone...

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  6. Susie Clevenger4 April 2014 at 23:44

    A letter can hold all it was the day it was inked as long as the paper doesn't surrender to time...beautiful piece

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  7. Sumana Roy5 April 2014 at 00:03

    someone's presence felt in words, paper and ink....the strong voice melting into whisper over the years....poignant lines..

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  8. Claudia5 April 2014 at 02:48

    the longing for that person is palpable - but also the wonder of them still breathing in their words and writing

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  9. tinajo5 April 2014 at 03:13

    Beautiful words. :-)

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  10. Kerry O'Connor5 April 2014 at 03:39

    Yes, it is much more than words on a page, it is the person behind the words which make letters so important to us.

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  11. Barbara5 April 2014 at 03:53

    What a lovely post, it touched my heart!

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  12. avalon5 April 2014 at 07:01

    This must be one of the loveliest poems I have read for a long time.
    Completely perfect.

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  13. 21 Wits5 April 2014 at 09:54

    So true.

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  14. J Cosmo Newbery5 April 2014 at 19:43

    So very true. And something email can never match.

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  15. Anonymous6 April 2014 at 14:30

    deep-felt longing ~

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  16. Fireblossom7 April 2014 at 14:41

    And so, the enduring value of a hand written letter as opposed to electronic. it bears something of the writer themselves.

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  17. Margaret8 April 2014 at 10:15

    … and that's a wrap. Absolutely the essence of why we adore the ink stained page!

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