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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required With peals of laughter rushing from The basement of my writing soul, I penned that letter. With the warmth of early August, I summoned The joy to welcome restless fingers that write, That scribble —oh, that empowering flame of youth That rages within us young tendrils who hide In fragile, lily-livered shades From the scorching heat of reality! Hmm! I wrote all day and all seasons, cramming words Extirpated from the gardens of the four seasons together Into the walls of serrated sheets of paper, just to prove a point. And I had begun with the word Dear, like all Who had written before me, including Shakespeare —observing all Protocols under the spell of the eavesdropping sun. But the letter got astray in the post. Vanished in the naked air, with the enormous weight of its Titillating message. Hiding between pillar and post, and with A postage stamp licked with spittle of expensive love, It strayed forever and ever. Gone. The post office swears allegiance to its innocence Posts run free when callused hands rough-handle them, Leaking swarming, pillaging sweats underneath. “But this is serious. Seriously different,” the postman insists “It’s lost indeed. But have you searched your soul? Did the words ever leave the confines of your soul?” I battle the scrimmage within me —of people and letters — Scattered and rearranged . . . Written or unwritten, did the letters form one imaginary line Like the Equator, which divides the writer and the receiver, North and South? Or did I write in haste and afterwards posted through the anus of A hurricane? Not every Christmas card arrives during the Yuletide; Some arise and shine through the line of birth of the New Year, Equal to the crowned-initiation of a reformed destiny. I console myself. But how long shall I wait for the response from a missing letter — In my case, a lost letter? Missing within me. Lost in the vaults of my consciousness.
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