MYSTERY

Something may happen

MYSTERY

 

Twas a rain-soaked day

To correspond with my patchy temper

A kick-off to matters beyond my control

Mystery besieges me

I sense truth is often erroneous

Long spills of time without hope

Moreover, the pith befits frailty

To linger sheltered is to linger no more

 

How can I ponder so vainly?

I balance too onerous on him

Resilience is not my bent

I sense a downturn in my being

A defeat of sorts

 

Doorbell rings

My heart slips down to my knees

T’is the kindly postman

At once I am speechless

He discerns my aura

Though he greets with a toothy smile

And bestows a letter in my shaky sweaty hands

 

I am elated, euphoric, over the moon

With this gift I detect is from across a vast ocean

 

Author's Note

SERIES: AT BRIDGES END

Reviews

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Great writing.

Enjoy your story...

;)

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for reviewing and enjoying it!
Best, B

[The_Ancient_Rock]

As always... most welcome...

;)

[Ken Simm.]

This is almost a poetic novel. I can think of no other way to decribe it. And in that it is extraordinary and rather lovely.

[Betty Hermelee]

Spot on Ken! Maybe that is.... And thank you for a fantastic review!!!
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty… I feel your Joy as you receive a Letter from across the Ocean. Spring can bring blessings and warmth when flowers bloom in our 💜 Heart. Prayers and blessings dear friend. softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank dear Pat for a blooming review!
Truly
B.

[Neville]

You can beat an egg, a drum and a carpet, but you just can't beat the arrival and anticipated arrival of a good old letter can ya .. and doesn't it make one's heart beat double when we hear the whistle of the postman walking up the drive ..

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Neville for stopping by and a lovely review!
Best, B

[Weeping willow]

Such a lovely write, as I miss the days when life was a bit more personal. People wrote letters and sent Cards, everyone cared more it seems. Nicely done as it brought back memories ;-}

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for thoughtful review!
Best, B

[Cherrie Palmer]

I miss the days of a letter. The hope of it. The waiting and anticipating. Only to have expectations satisfied. Awesome job 👏. I think I'll read it once more.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Cherrie for a fine review; this is part of a series called "Bridges End"
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss the days of letters. I receive no-more Christmas cards. I liked the personal feel of a letter and you can add a photo also dear Betty. I like surprise letters. I am too old for a love letter. I have became forgotten. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

no one writes letter anymore, it's all texting and messaging....sad.
you're very welcome John
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss the letters and you are welcome dear Betty.

[Ken e Bujold]

long spills of time, such a great metaphor Betty. The entire poem is a gem, but that particular brush of the pen is what soars to the top of my mind, one that will be remember for quite some time.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Ken, appreciate your words!!!
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

I really like the metaphorical treatment of time as something that can be spilled, long spills of time without hope. Excellent.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I find this reminds me of two songs by Lovin' Spoonful...
"Darling be home soon" and "She's still a mystery"
life and love...similar in that they both make us wait.

love this one...and the ending reminds me of those letters I received from my girlfriend in Poland many years ago.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you j. For a stunning review, really do appreciate it!
Best B.