Love Letter (A rewrite)

 

 

“Never did I ever receive a love letter in a scented paper in a heart-shaped
envelope from you, but ours could top the greatest love story ever

 

your handwriting may not at all be easy to read
but you write with great measures and  surprises instead
always, almost a perfect Hallmark Valentine’s card
not copy-pasted all original; sweet and endearing indeed

 

a forgotten expression,
a forgotten love?

 

you spent hours thinking,  and writing over again just to say
that your first kiss was so blissful it makes you fall  and stay
that the thought of it makes your legs felt like jelly at stray
such as love’s effect on you, so true but cliche

 

a forgotten expression,
a forgotten love?

 

oh, how time flies by so fast,  your pens and papers are no longer at stake
no drafts, no rewrites, no humiliations for heaven’s sake
for now, you can click on and just press send or take
whatever is forwarded by a friend, “just a piece of cake”

 

a forgotten expression,
a forgotten love?

 

gone are the days of scented papers and colored pens
sent through the backdoors or through one of your friends
‘Twas silly but fun; with all those letters in heart-shaped envelopes
for your beloved, from you  an expression of love from a distance

 

a forgotten expression;
but not a forgotten love

 

P. S.

A rewrite for Sadje’s Monday Photo Prompt

 

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https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/08/17/what-do-you-see-43-17-august-2020/

 

Thank you, dear readers, for the 5 stars😍😍😍

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A few words from my readers.

The Sun Looks Pretty on Me

NaPoWriMo Day 19

Today, our optional prompt challenges you to write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting things – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your walk. If you’re unable to get out of the house (as many of us now are), you can create a “walking archive” by wandering around your own home and gathering knick-knacks, family photos, maybe a strange spice or kitchen gadget you never use. Once you’ve finished your gathering, lay all your materials out on a tray table, like museum specimens. Now, let your group of materials inspire your poem!

Today my “walking archive” is composed of a book  “The Sun is Also a Star” and some old newspaper clips on whitening products becoming more popular among Asians.

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planets, stars, galaxies, dust clouds,
light and even time made up
the universe, all that we
feel and we touch
is part of the
grandiose that
the universe
there
is

 

earth is where we are and of
the 7.8 billion population
I am one of them
the lucky one
to have lived
survived
enjoyed
earth’s
finest
the sun is what I love the most I swear
its blazing, fiery orange-yellow color
when it rises, signifies vibrant
day ahead, then it turns to
eternal yellow as it sets
brings peace as the
day ends in
perfect
bliss

 

some fellow
don’t like
sun
I don’t know with them but
the sun looks pretty on me

I Died a Sudden Death

 

 

 

I used to be the only one
people are usually afraid of
I carry on with me for centuries
viruses that kill
hundreds of people
children and old alike
rich or poor
science has found a cure
for one of the viruses I carried
but little did they know
I was up for another yet stronger
and more potent one

 

But I, am saddened by the turn of events recently

 

I drive people crazy
they put all sorts of protective device
and prevent me from entering their homes
and invade their privacy and goodnight sleep, but I still made my way through
it made them even nuts
imagine seeing them applying all kinds of chemicals unto their bodies
believing I’d be driven away?
ahhh it made me the happiest
little monster of all times
But I, again am saddened by the turn of events recently

 

 

in just a snap of a finger
people forget about me
they no longer are scared of me
I suddenly became irrelevant
I am no longer as popular as I used to be
ohhh the ego in a little monster in me is hurt
why? what happened?
who surpassed my popularity?
whose more deadly than I am now?
But I,  then again am saddened by the turn of events recently
I used to sneak in the dark
and scare them with my
little buzzing sound
people, why have you suddenly forgotten
about me?
is this how it’s supposed to end?
I am right here
ready anytime to suck your blood
and leave you with something to die for

 

 

Hey you, I’m right here.

Suddenly, I died, a sudden death.

 

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Day 6

Today’s prompt is ekphrastic in nature – but rather particular! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem from one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.

 

In a response also to Sadje’s What Do You See? https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/

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Silent Scream

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Silent Scream

when you’ve done everything,
and its never still enough.

when you look around
and see nothing else is left.

when you blink
and notice a little ray of hope.

then one day, when you’re gone
your silent screams be heard
at last!!