Lost Letters Are Found

In her soft, calloused hand, she holds the unwritten letters, 
As her ears ring, with unheard love songs, and tender words unspoken
His shallow poems of love so deep, in sweet bitterness resounds
And hover above her, like snakes on the ground

She had been so careless with each cautious step
But now, he then revealed too many secrets kept
She had been kept in the dark, that shined with unseen visions
And now was her time to make undecided conclusions

Her dry eyes weep gladly, with tears of such sorrow
She hopes for sweet raindrops with clear skies tomorrow
Her memory is keen with passion's forgotten voices
She has learned new wisdom now...taught with reckless choices

The sadness she suffers,  displayed with her smile
Never was such love that is here for awhile
As their love dwindled down to the stars in the sky
She had asked for the truth, and would wait for the lie

What's been here all along, did not happen at all
In tomorrow's sweet springtime, that came with yesterday's fall
All his letters tossed away, lie bundled here before her
With the cold of the summer, flies the warm winter's air

Although the loss does not hurt, the pain crushes severely
And now her clouded eyes can see it all, so dimly, yet so clearly



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Anderson Avatar
January 16, 2011 at 12:47 PM
Carrie this is a wonderful poem and entry....A sure winner...Good luck in the contest...Jimmy
Neels Avatar
January 16, 2011 at 8:22 AM
Carrie, a brilliant entry and you did it with such ease, I could not help but smile all the way through.. definite winner in my books.. love Wilma
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January 15, 2011 at 5:03 PM
Absolutely "da Bomb"!!! As the kids say, Carrie!! One destined for the top Glory in the contest, no questions! Love, Annalise
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January 15, 2011 at 4:25 PM
Carrie - very clever. Your oxymorons have me spinning in place. I am going to hate loving this poem because it hurts my head being battered around like that. I think you struck out and hit a home run with this one. Good luck in the contest. Joe
Johnson Avatar
January 15, 2011 at 4:02 PM
Great entry and as usual it will make you be a high winner, I am sure. Love, Joyce
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January 15, 2011 at 3:56 PM
Enjoyed reading your work this eve..Good luck in the contest with this sure winner..Is that an oxymoron?...Sara
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