A Letter to no one

Perhaps I write to you. 

Perhaps to your shadow.

Maybe to all the brittle things 

that accumulate

between you and me.

To the museum of

blurs and fogs.

To the moments in which

I lose the thread of words

and when you almost

come into my poems

like reluctant shadows from the night,

wounded and flickering. 

To the memoirist's 

ill lit alleyways..seeking light.

To your smell in his fables,

his rucksack, in his doorways,

to the hint of kohl on his map.

Sometimes to unmovable 

and immutable things

and those that are long gone,

to the house of twilights

to the rain, clay and silt of forgetting.

To all the fires of love

that run out each day. 

To all the poems that

do not find a nest.

I write

Perhaps to you

Perhaps to your shadow.

Perhaps to no one I once knew.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Beautiful poem

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I have no words....breathless.

[Corset]

damn, this felt personal and it moved and breathed on it's own, extremely well done, I do love your poetry sir.

[Abhra]

Thank you thank you. :)

[Abhra]

Perfect.
These words are.

I can feel the shadows.
You moved me.

E.L.

[Abhra]

Thanks E.L.

So very welcome dear poet :)

[Emily B]

as long as you are writing to me and my shadow, that's enough to make my day

wonderful writing

[Abhra]

Thank you so much. Coming from a poet like yourself it is quite a compliment.

[Ed Hart]

you are a fine poet.

[Abhra]

Thanks Ed. It means a lot.