Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

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Past Love Letters

How many lovers
Pen in hand
Sat on this park bench
Inspired by the kiss of this same sun
Enjoying a breathtaking moment
In spite of their heavy heart
Writing a love letter to their beloved
Separated for any number of reasons
Obligation, tragedy or even war

When I close my eyes
I could be in any era
Today we email, tweet or text
But back when things were more simple
Things were a lot more complicated
The letter was by far the most romantic
When all is said and done, it always will



AP:  3rd place 2020

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Kim Rodrigues March 27, 2018 at 8:59 AM Love letters, with their thoughtfulness, were indeed romantic. Nice one, Line! Line Gauthier March 27, 2018 at 1:00 PM Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Kim.

Mike Gentile March 27, 2018 at 8:26 AM Line, this is so moving to me, I could not agree with you more. You have so beautifully expressed you thoughts. A wonderful poem, I really enjoyed it this morning. Happy Tuesday!! Line Gauthier March 27, 2018 at 1:00 PM Thanks you so much for your lovely visit and comment, Mike. Most appreciated.

Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2018 at 4:39 AM We have lost a form of communication that used to fill me with delight, and sometimes still does, but not often, because a hand-written letter hardly ever happens anymore. Thanks for the reminder, Line. Line Gauthier March 27, 2018 at 7:58 AM Thank you so much for your lovely visit and comment, Caren.

Tom Cunningham March 27, 2018 at 3:27 AM Nothing better than to hold a letter received or one you have written, but your right the modern way is text or email, certainly not the same. Modern living I suppose Tom Line Gauthier March 27, 2018 at 7:57 AM Well, here's a modern thank you for your lovely visit, Tom. Line xx