Monday, August 01, 2011

CCXXXVII - The Letters

Theme Thursday had a prompt: Letter

The Letters

The yellowing letters, ribbon bound,
Lived in the top drawer, beside her bed.
Read and re-read, she always found
Comfort and solace in what they said.

He wrote of his love, forever burning,
He wrote of their lives, forever entwined,
He wrote with passion and an inner yearning,
She always blushed when she read those lines.

Margin notes embellished the pages,
Here and there a flower was pressed,
The letters talked from across the ages
Of a love that failed to be suppressed.

He went to the war, now always apart,
But, in his letters, he returns his heart.

© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery


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  1. this is such an endearing write...the letters left over always carry so much...found some frommy grandfather when cleaning out my grandmothers house...

  2. So tender and very touching. I like the part of how she appropos for times back then.

  3. So beautifully and thoughfully written dear J Cosmo; this is such a touching poem of love that survived distance and seperation.
    I love the part about 'margin notes' they would be very special,an after thought which was important to be written in and the sweetness of pressed flowers... Beautiful!

    xoxoxo ♡

  4. Such a touching, sad story. Beautiful poem!

  5. TigerbriteAugust 08, 2011

    Beautiful and touching.


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