"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


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

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

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

  4. 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,

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

    obstinate, protective... powerfull. loved it.

    thanks for visiting my blog.

  6. Something like that oldegg

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