Letters and poems kept in an old box
I have scribbled on paper a dozen times
A thousand letters and poems I wrote
Folded in an old box, a thousand words
Painted on a canvas, inscriptions of you
Evoking a mask of emotions so strong
With some addressed, letters I wrote
A thousand others with a name in mind
With some posted, yet never delivered
With some un-addressed a thousand
Still always with a name in mind
Lost in transit sometime before dawn
Under my bed post, on old emotions recurring
I have written a thousand poems, in a secret box
A thousand love letters, all addressed to you
But I am forbidden to reach out to you
Forbidden to ever mention thy name
For my love has been rejected by you
And all the letters I once sent out
Have all been marked return to sender
Stamped with a seal of rejected post
I have an old box a secret old box
With letters and poems I wrote to you
I have under my bed a secret old box
A sweet conceit, beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeletei am one of those, who would write lines on a piece of paper, sometimes even on tissue papers while having coffee or dining, and keep them for future use... hehehe...
ReplyDeletenice one!
JJRod'z
I think some of those letters should have been mailed.....sad.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly sweet. The grief that strikes on not being able to say a few words, the mystery of the future, the silent, hidden love. Everything's well covered.
ReplyDeleteVery thought-provoking. I too have many unsent letters. Sometimes it's better that way.
ReplyDeleteW.O.W.... i totally loved this one! Very romantic.. with a tinge of sadness too! But beautifully expressed..
ReplyDeleteOld pages invite prying
I liked the repetition of certain phrases evoking the possible despair of the letter writer.
ReplyDeletei want to see the secret box
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Love this! The last stanza, so poignant.
ReplyDeleteNice take on those unmailed and unread letters ~ Maybe in hindsight, it was best for everyone ~
ReplyDeletesmiles..i would hope that one day she would get to read them, if she has not yet...
ReplyDelete"Under my bed post, on old emotions recurring
ReplyDeleteI have written a thousand poems, in a secret box
A thousand love letters, all addressed to you"
My favorite lines are the stanza above. In our heart of hearts, there is always one that we hold onto more dearly than all the others. Beautifully captured.
nice - you quickly built a narrative
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...I like the repetition of the word "thousand"...
ReplyDeleteOh to have a thousand love letters....! Very nice !
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Even one letter is a thousand memories worth. So imagine the power of a thousand. :) Nicely done. :)
ReplyDeleteThe end is terribly romantic, love the visuals!! :)
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