Tuesday, August 14, 2012

 

2012 Poems: Letters



Letters

They lay nestled together
In a blue Crane's box
Her notes, a bow.

Her script leaned forward, yearning,
As I'm sure she did, writing,
A thin reed bent
Toward the sun (or the wind?)

The past as the future
She was good at this, yes,
But a small seed of fear.

Men die in war,
Adventures, far off,
And that's what is left,
Such letters, a bow.

# posted by Mark Osler @ 12:01 AM
Comments:
Lovely. I can see her waiting and know she is scared. Wanting him home.
(just change Crain to Crane)
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 12:08 AM
 
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