The long gone letters
in black and white
on a coarse sheet posted at night
from faraway lands
or the countryside
Visiting from the farm side
or carrying the air of beach sky
from a parent
with love and care
with worries and questions surrounding the air
from a friend
separated by miles
who haven’t seen in a long while
from a lover
whose apart for some reason
not willing to depart with season
carrying the flames that lit up under the sky
from a sibling
who wishes to question the curiosity
who inspires from their duty
from a soldier
with concern
That may turn as a will of no return
from a son
asking the old age about how many rungs
asking about the meals they have
having some concerns not showing beside
telling about homecoming that summer night
from a daughter
missing the embrace
the pleasure of having been born that day
telling the worries she has
sometimes hiding the tears she have
from a grandchild
asking about folk tales
asking when will old grandpa meet
will they have hot chocolate at nights
will they be pampered by grandma beside
from so many others
in the list
a letter in black and white
connecting to lovers beside
connecting the closed ones in envelope or so
carrying the business transactions somehow
maybe a letter may disappoint
breaking a few heart in go
with a notice in black and white
the long gone letters
sitting in the post box outside
with technology at its peak
where once an alphabet is typed
reaches the receiver on other side
who types the letter now
who calligraphs it’s inside
who laces them outside
who leaves the coarse sheet drenched with their smell inside
the long gone letter
used by few
people may dwell in technology too
Using all kinds of social media too
alas
who understands the yearnings
the feel of emancipation
from a sender to receiver
the love that builds the long gone letters
the letters in black and white
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: December 17th, 2021 02:38
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Good write S.
Thanks Orchi
I shall write letters to God
Maybe he shall reply soon
Serendipity. I was decluttering and found very old beautifully written letters from my Dad. I was studying overseas then. Your lovely poem brought back memories.
That’s lovely Rozina
I wish my parents would also write letter when I am far off instead of sending messages on the cellular device
we smile at words
with empty hands,
we type our well wishes
devoid of distinctive
penmanship traits..
we click send and hope for a reply
knowing, all our wishes
have been whittled down
to binary relationships
and we've forgotten so much
we assume
this, is as good it can get
in life...
(a lament for Time's
deemed archaic
but yearned for, by those
who know)
thanks for sharing, a really good message
but still a little room for poetic refinement, dear poet
('who types the letter now
who calligraphs *by hand, inside
who laces them *with well wishes,
*those long gone letters, waiting
in the post box, outside
*now, with technology at its peak
where an alphabet is typed
*and instantaneously
reaches the receiver on, the other side
no longer
*do we get coarse sheets
drenched
with a persons scent, inside*')
Ohhhh sir
Your comment is a fine poetry
I can read the fineness in it
Sir write this as a poetry
When I shall be a big man I wish people could write me letter especially the poets
Cause their letters will be different than usual
And it would be luxury to revive a letter from you one day
I will try to refine my poetry more sir
I will read through some legendary poetries for reference
After re reading I agree there seems some missing lines
A little more to be best in eyes
Thank you so much sir
I have way to go but i am sure with hands like you i will embark on a journey with more perfection
A stone wished to be shinier
Wishing o be brighter
Then it met the flowing river
And who knew the river could make it a diamond
Along with all those letters, what’s lost is the individual’s signature handwriting.
Thanks for the memories
That’s rather true
Glad you liked it
Such very true words spilleronsheet, those letters we used to receive and send in the past have gone but the memories still can be there.
Andy
That’s true dear Andy
And the poetry got inspired by your Christmas cards
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