Love Letters Beneath the Ticking Clock

Reminiscing over old love letters

Sweet pricks

Upon this waning heart thus...

I am by wounded deja vu

Thy verses victorian script; tempt

As rouge lips and scent as roses
Lines reading further into intimate

Spelt out in wet, always tears in morning do

 

Pages pulled as petals lave

From out of love letter boxes
O' how easily hence, I can forget

The others up above so tide and true

Such things, as dust and ache or

Laden line shelves which hide the classics

Where shadow fights amid the ambiance melting light

Shores of Shakespeare, Dickens or Thoreau 

But, not their words now on thy pages

Nor atmosphere; emotion, romance and adventure 

Which they and thee invite
Dispelling death of passions from our lives

Of seasons well beyond what's long, long ago

 

And yet, alive as ought...

The Psalms of David be
Dancing within umbers imaginate

Thy very presence prose and
Amid the darkness as evanescence paints

Silhouette escapes of thee around this room

 

All now thou shall ever be

My eventide in love letter reading

Beneath the ticking clock aglow

Hour after hour and with its hands

I walk and talk with thee
Until the sands of slumbertime flow

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

A classic poet feel to this piece, in your wording as well as the references. I can feel the romance in the lines of these letters... Nicely penned, Mike.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Rita.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Wow, this one takes me back to college...I'm sitting in a classroom and studying the works of the old masters. Well written, the tempo and timing was spot on, as was the word choice. While I tend to write in a more modern freeverse style, it's always nice to go back to the old world wording and beat that made me a lover of poetry so long ago. Nicely done.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks again. I try and switch it up. I love Shakespeare and am just fascinated by old modern english, but I also want to saty relevent.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Don't worry about relevance...I think more people need to take the time to look back on the masters like Shakespeare, Keats, Byron, etc. It's actually much more difficult to write in this form, which shows your obvious talent. Again, loved it.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks again Sarah. I was rereading your comment and reveling in it.