A letter
Is no letter
If it’s written at night as you lie
Staring at oscelating overhead fan
Hearing in its medicate purr the things you cannot alter
A letter
Unwritten
Is simply a wish
Searching for diety
Perhaps it will never find
A God willing
Or time will dissect
Impulse
Those words, carefully written out
To articulate the sounds
You hear chiming in your heart
Continue unheard
So instead, you join the mass of humanity
As they embark
Every morning with first train
A legion of
Unwritten emotion
On the tip of their
Blistered tongues
Wow, and what a great title. A map that is never drawn up. How many if us have unwritten letters left on our tongues because we can’t write them. Reading this reminds of Woolf’s ‘A Room of One’s Own’ and the struggle of female writers. Great poetry!
This was great.
Love this and I miss letters 😀
Words unsaid, letters unwritten, how many wander vainly in the mind? Are some better left so? Will some be regretted in years to come?
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TheFeatheredSleep – Maps left blank
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To me, this feels like a realization–one that needed to be written. This is poignant and speaks of today’s world and the disappearance of the simple things:
“So instead, you join the mass of humanity
As they embark
Every morning with first train
A legion of
Unwritten emotion
On the tip of their
Blistered tongues”
Brilliantly done, Candice.
I knew my favorite letter writer would get it 💓
*nods*
Yes, ma’am.
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There’s a bit of good news… emailed you a smidgen of it.
I find you channeling Emily here. Sitting in her room, sheltered from the storm on humanity that rained on her
The storm of humanity that rained on her heart, and flowed through the life of her pen …
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like the sound of one hand clapping sometimes the word unspoken, the letter unwritten, says it all
A poem that smacks of truth!
I turn to Leonard Cohen for a response to your insightful poem.
https://youtu.be/0o8f6GDvWhU
I wonder how many people still write letters. I do – sometimes 🙂
Oh C! Outstanding.
Such a reflection on the stage we’ve reached
Yeah I do agree. I was reading about Neanderthals at the time, telling? 😉
I LOVE your letters and I have your stickers on my fridge and Mighty and I see them every time we open the fridge to get a certain yellow object 😉
GREAT choice you are insightful as always. I am lucky to know you a little your light shines far
Thank you so much for re-blogging my poem
Exactly!
You always know the best compliments! You know comparing me to HER any day would light my fire!
‘It’s true … I could feel her there 🦋
🙂 No doubt
I am so touched! And realise how remiss I have been in putting own to paper. Will fix that, very soon x
A joy to!
You (massively) rock
Love you beautiful R
I know, I’m totally random 😉
🙂
You’re too generous!
Feeling is mutual xxx
“..or time will dissect
Impulse
Those words, carefully written out
To articulate the sounds
You hear chiming in your heart”
sigh. oh yes. yes…
remiscent of…
“If you dissect a bird
To diagram the tongue
You’ll cut the chord
Articulating song…
——
If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You’ll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.”
–Sylvia Plath
except yours is in the key of C. 😉
🙂 I really love the idea of being in the key of C. That’s so great! Ah I love her work. Ah I love YOUR work!