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
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imaginary gardens with real toads
This is lovely and timeless.
ReplyDeleteThis leaves me breathless it is so lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh, so tender and fragile are the whispers of the heart! This makes me teary eyed.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful written-wow!~
Seems like you're missing someone.
ReplyDeleteyou def convey
ReplyDeletethe feeling in this..
the longing, the missing
like returning to those letters
of one long gone...
A letter can hold all it was the day it was inked as long as the paper doesn't surrender to time...beautiful piece
ReplyDeletesomeone's presence felt in words, paper and ink....the strong voice melting into whisper over the years....poignant lines..
ReplyDeletethe longing for that person is palpable - but also the wonder of them still breathing in their words and writing
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words. :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, it is much more than words on a page, it is the person behind the words which make letters so important to us.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post, it touched my heart!
ReplyDeleteThis must be one of the loveliest poems I have read for a long time.
ReplyDeleteCompletely perfect.
So true.
ReplyDeleteSo very true. And something email can never match.
ReplyDeletedeep-felt longing ~
ReplyDeleteAnd so, the enduring value of a hand written letter as opposed to electronic. it bears something of the writer themselves.
ReplyDelete… and that's a wrap. Absolutely the essence of why we adore the ink stained page!
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