spilleronsheet

Unkind letter

the wind blew 

the sea shores hit 

those were the sounds pleasing the soul 

to an uncanny silence 

it was the only music to hear 

 

 

along those waves travelled the worries 

hitting the doors of heart inside 

beating were the questions 

flowing were curiosities of life 

 

Riding the coat tails of wind 

was a broken leaf 

in pleasure or displeasure 

carrying as the wind pleased 

 

to the soul 

who gave up 

to the soul who was crazy 

what thoughts hidden 

what questions embroidered 

pricking the skin were life’s desire 

Satin the luxury thread 

too expensive to sew a stitch 

hemp of necessities it borrowed 

covering the hopelessness 

In those shades of nature 

trying to find itself 

 

 

singing with winds 

whistling was  hollow pipe 

on the sails  an open boat 

with no passenger, boarding it tonight 

 

The horizon that stretched 

told the stories of lovers that met 

long was the eyes set 

finally settled by an estranged letter 

 

 

the long letter 

much awaited 

opened  with salutation inside 

the eyebrows knit with worries 

Eyes searching the answers for question 

as they glanced by 

Will it be alright 

when shall reunion be announced

those were the letters

that reached late by months 

carrying the news of closed one instead 



the hemlines of worries were closed 

the blanket of hopes stitched 

the pillows of reunion formed 

and the bed sheet of luxury spread 

satin the dress 

draped the evening 

the letter arrived a bit late 

the dinner beside the shore set 

 

wind whistling and humming 

the sea singing in joy 

 

 

alas

what conclusion shall heart sing tonight 

the letter was late 

the heart missed the desired mate 

 

 

alas 

the worries that bordered the line 

clueless in letter 

the spirit had left 

 

 

Comments7

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    I love your writings recently , spiller 🙂

    This is so engaging , and creative …

  • Teddy.15

    Recieving a letter containing negative and bad news seems to be a thing that keeps me from opening them.

    This could also be a poem by itself dear spills. I adore it.

    to the soul

    who gave up

    to the soul who was crazy

    what thoughts hidden

    what questions embroidered

    pricking the skin were life’s desire

    Satin the luxury thread

    too expensive to sew a stitch

    hemp of necessities it borrowed

    covering the hopelessness

    In those shades of nature

    trying to find itself

    💖

    • spilleronsheet

      That’s true dear Teddy
      I got lost in emotions

    • Poetic Dan

      Not sure where you took me but glad to be a part of it my friend. Keep sailing!

    • Buzz Bray

      Interesting imagery. What a trip! Loved it.

    • woundedheart

      Very creative and very deep feeling throughout, wonderful my friend ☺

      • spilleronsheet

        Thanks a lot dear woundedheart
        Much appreciated

      • Vamsi Sudha

        Dear Spiller,
        Your poems are so picturesque and its like you are at directing a movie. SO beautiful they fill my eyes completely. I really travel to the event many times. Very very unique of you, and the best lines of the poem ..

        the hemlines of worries were closed
        the blanket of hopes stitched
        the pillows of reunion formed
        and the bed sheet of luxury spread

        thanks Spiller, Life is so beautiful with your poems !!!

        • spilleronsheet

          I am so happy and so glad to hear from you
          Your comments made me flutter
          I feel privileged to set the beautiful reel for you to witness the lines
          Thanks a lot for your kind and encouraging comments dear Vamsi

        • Rozina

          Beautiful lines. Lovely to read thank you.



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