Letter

grey sullen sky a cold Saturday morning

around comes July with flowers adorning

in grace my house with arch pillars and park

a letter from Klaus he is blue-eyed and dark

his writing so nice my attention attracting

an old war film my favorite voice acting

our treaties are kept in their present reading

relics of past feelings might be misleading

since the feeling itself is not missing, just its light

the heaped ashes of memories shelter me all night

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, this is intense...you use seasons' imagery so well...so differently the way you phrase.

ashes of memories sheltering me...i stay alone now...we loved once...it didn't quite work out, but i retain the feelings, can't give them to anyone else...but can't give them to you the same way as i once did.

i really like your writing..i am so glad you stopped by my page so i could meet you and your work, sasha.

jacob

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ps, i have an old girlfriend (still a friend) who lives in pffefenhausen (sp?)

anywhere near you?

[sasha]

Pfeffenhausen is in Bavaria, southern Germany..

[sasha]

Thank you, Jacob, for reading my poem, your words tend to arouse my inspiration..

[Rahul]

Nicely penned, liked the theme. :)

[sasha]

Hi Rahul, thank you for your review!