Much Read.
Clearing my late-aunt's desk
and paper files opened,
browned like old tea-leaves
one page fell down folded.
Age-mould faded and frail
pale ink blotched creases
between lines tear-drop stained.
Kept in a drawer
hid but much read his love makes
her sigh no more.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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That's a nice piece, Fay.
Letters could be old enough but must still shed tears...
Uncanny ................. love letters eh' & all wrapped perfectly in their very own poem .. x
so potently beautiful! dear Fay
(we all have those pages and photos
don't we
and how they, spill
back in to our lives
at the most, unexpected
time
right when we think, we're over it
there those images and words appear
to take us back under and we're drowning
in remembrance's waves
once again..
crazy, how alike
our experiences of life
can seem)
The poignancy of this bittersweet poem does bring a tear to the eye, and also hope to the heart. For love never dies but is dearly held in a secret place that is only for us. Your words capture this beautifully. It is indeed a fav.
Good write Fay.
Beautiful.
Andy
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