Return to sender
Postmarked-Fragile-Afterlife
guides applause my Soul
Categories:
postmarked, appreciation, beautiful, endurance, soulmate,
Form: Haiku
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Roses are red, Violets are blue.
A love letter postmarked "Internal Revenue."
2/8/ 2022
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Categories:
postmarked, funny, humorous, roses are
Form: Couplet
The letter was tattered, a bit of the corner torn off
It looked like it had been tumbled in a washing machine.
The address was faded,
but the postal worker was determined to deliver it
No telling how long it had been behind the cabinet where it was found.
Do we open it? Read it? See if it is important?
No. That would be a federal offense.
When was it postmarked? May 1931, during the depression.
They put it into a bigger envelope with a more distinctly seen address.
The letter made it to the great-great-granddaughter of the addressee.
She took it to the nursing home and read it to granny.
Ben had wanted to marry her.
He had asked her in the letter.
She smiled at her great-great-granddaughter,
loving it that she had Ben’s eyes.
Categories:
postmarked, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Prose Poetry
Beyond the rugged linoleum sheen
of stamped moribund improprieties
where life is nothing but a deep-sixed scene
lost in the postmarked cliffs of postcard seas;
Beyond the frozen wake of guilty flight
taken by seagulls, judged by magistrates,
whose dispassionate paths, once brought to light,
shimmered as dull incomplete figure-eights;
Far from horizons of tidal-wave's shore,
seen beneath midnight’s refusal to glow,
alone, for one, I pace forevermore,
as my insanity plays quite a show:
Visions return me where all’s well and fine -
Beyond the breakers, where, for me, the stars still shine.
2/10/2017
Categories:
postmarked, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
The world is my Oyster!
I love you my darling Oyster,
Postmarked under the sea,
If you make me rich my dear,
You can marry me!
I'll collect all your precious pearls,
Then travel around the world,
Oh the joy that they will bring,
Excitement!
When placed on the ring,
Looking very grand I thought,
From one mere grain of sand,
Worth millions on a string,
But what will people think,
Looking inside your shell,
Would they see the prince,
Or the beauty in the beast,
Worlds apart they might say,
With laughter and their stares,
But strange as it may seem.
Pearls are what I wear,
Hope you get my letter soon,
Love from your desire.
01/10/2016
Categories:
postmarked, poems,
Form: Rhyme
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Categories:
postmarked, on writing and words,
Form: Couplet