"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Sunday, July 25, 2010

a letter held no more sunday scribblings #225 letter

I received the letter in the post
You proudly said that reduction
had to be put in place
What a bright person you are
Immediate as you postulate

As I held these words in my hands
A serenade began in my head
A spasm in my brain scurrying bright
A jumping warp about to rupture

I need to guard my feelings
Wrap them up in vinyl and hide them
Selfish is decidedly the best nurture
Vapid is an option of my own

Quizzically I read the words again
and your morbid sense of life
came across like a hark tripping
on the wire and I tore the letter up

12 comments:

  1. Some letters are best left unread.
    Great poem with a lot of emotion in it.

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  2. Thanks Anthony!
    How true!
    Pamela

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  3. what a haunting thing,
    very well stated.
    Happy Sunday!

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  4. sounds like a letter no one would want to receive. Sad but well done.

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  5. Oh that word reduction! What the reader can surmise from that. The word hark grabbed me too did it mean memory here? Whatever the poem was powerful and a rewarding read,

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  6. Selfish is decidedly the best nurture
    Vapid is an option of my own

    obstinate, protective... powerfull. loved it.

    thanks for visiting my blog.

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  7. Something like that oldegg
    Thanks
    Pamela

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  8. I would have to open it yep couldn't resist

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