Matthew Anish Poet Ballad

New York Postcard Show

Hundreds of thousands 
    of postcards 
for sale 
evoke nostalgic 
     memories 
 and offer glimpses 
   of faraway lands 
Conversations about deltiololgy 
   fill the room 
Dealers have come form 
    many states and lands 
to sell their wares 
   Along with an old friend 
who is a photographer
   I prepare a piece 
about 
the 
event 
   The commerce in old 
paper 
   continues throughout the day 
  Ashes of the past still smoulder

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Funom Makama December 16, 2015 at 8:43 AM a great poem! Lovely and a wonderful share. A 7 definitely

Kelly Deschler November 30, 2015 at 12:32 AM I was in a gift shop last weekend and happened to be looking at postcards with old photos of my hometown. It is fascinating to see what has changed or stayed the same... I really enjoyed reading this nostalgic and interesting write, Matthew. A very heartfelt poem, I feel. Well done!

Andrea Dietrich November 20, 2015 at 7:41 PM a very nostalgic one, matt. Yes, I remember how you love postcards!!