Dead Letter Office

Dead Letter Office

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The words were sent

were missed

were gone

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meaning lost in translation

rivers of blood expanding hearts,

dripping pens

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there was a letter with my love

entwined within the ink

my pen-like painted soul

the shaded powder blue backdrop

stamp duty paid

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I poured my heart onto blank

smiling page       the whorls

of emotions

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my tongue was broke

i tried to spoke

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the black yawn of the post box

inviting, engaging ...

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a sonnet scrawled on vellum

sent forth on a pigeon 

wing of blues

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and eagles hunt

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a feather falls to ground

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there was something

I tried to say

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Hello gram. Good to see a post from you. These lines pierce the heart's core, of this reader. So much to convey and yet the opportunity is lost. A dead letter. Nothing sadder than a dead letter. Nothing sadder than wanting to say so much and it doesn't materialise.

my tongue was broke
it was hard to spoke

that is the tragedy of this poem. Beautifully done.

Chris

[gram linski]

hey, Chris thanks for the great review, aye you are right, that missed opportunity to express yourself , words lost in meaning , appreciate your visit, take care

[barleygirl]

Sorry I haven't been by lately. My head has been scrambled. This is a great poem & it really gets across the idea of how written communications are fraught with wrong turns, misinterpretations, assumptions, etc. I'm reminded of how, back when we mailed letters, we would wait a week or more, just sitting around wondering if it ever got there. Nowadays, people check electronically if the other person received their missive after twenty minutes goes by with no reply. Your poem also brings to mind the way some of us humans tend to avoid confrontation, so we do stuff by letter that we should do face-to-face. All in all a snappy message presenting a ton of avenues (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

hey, Margie, thanks for the great review, aye the art of communication , haha, seems that a lot of people speak without saying much , appreciate the visit

[Robert Trakofler]

I wonder if that is hell... for poets to be stuck in a room full of lost expression:( to place postage on a feeling and have it never arrive to its destination everyday another letter gets put in the dead letter office:/ yes I think that is the definition of poet hell

[gram linski]

hey, B, thanks for the review, didn't someone famous once say, poet hell is a roomful of other poets, lol, hope you are keeping well, take care, over there