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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https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/after-rain-skies

A few words from my readers.

I Don’t Wanna Wait for Christmas #magic #security

 

“I don’t wanna wait for December

because every day with you is Christmas

you are my Christmas magic. “

 

 

Every day with you, is new and exciting and mysterious. There is color everywhere red, green, gold, the world is eye candy.

Love, passion and romance, and there’s aplenty everywhere. Couple this with decorations like snowflakes and glittery stars, {and it just makes me feel like grabbing your hand}.

Lovingly throwing snowballs at each other and making snow angels while star-gazing is indeed a romantic dream. We’ll have to go overseas for this one, or head to a nearby Snow City {or maybe no need at all, we can just revisit our inner child and have pillow fight instead}.

So, baby just sit beside me let’s build our Christmas tree and fill it up with lights and gifts and decors then sing me a Christmas carol.

{I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you}

I don’t wanna wait for Christmas magic, let’s make it happen.

Your love is my Christmas magic and it is my security blanket.

Nothing can harm me nor anyone can destroy me. Your love is what fills me in and I am every day in the comfort and security of your loving arms.

So, I don’t wanna wait for December and I don’t wanna wait for Christmas to say
“you are the best Christmas present ever”, then maybe we can kiss under our make – believed mistletoe.

Let’s have a Merry Christmas, my love, in July.

 

Linking to :

kate’s Friday – Fun, Security – https://aroused.blog/2020/07/25/friday-fun-security/

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, Magic – https://amanpan.com/2020/07/27/eugis-weekly-prompt-magic-july-27-2020/

In Memory of a Great Love Letter

NaPoWriMo Day 17
Our prompt for the day asks you to move backward in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that features forgotten technology. Maybe it’s a VCR or a rotary phone. A cassette player or even a radio. If you’re looking for a potential example, check out this poem by Adam Clay, which takes its central metaphor from something that used to stoke fear in the hearts of kids typing term papers, or just trying to play a game of Oregon Trail.

 

For today I am writing about what used to be the greatest tool of expression of love before emails and smartphones were born.

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In Memory of a Great Love Letter

 

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

 

a forgotten expression,
a forgotten love?

 

you spent hours thinking, writing again and again just to say
that your first kiss was so blissful it makes you fall  and stay
and the thought of it makes your legs felt like jelly at stray
such was her 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 her, from you as an expression of love from a distance

 

a forgotten expression;
but never a forgotten love

 

P.S.

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 told

and no amount of love letters
could compete to that

Do You Remember Heathcliff?

Today’s poetry resource is a series of Twitter accounts that tweet phrases from different poets’ work. The Sylvia Plath Bot, as you might expect, tweets snippets of Plath. @PercyBotShelley tweets Shelley, @ruefle_exe tweets bits of Mary Ruefle’s poems, and @carsonbot and @sikenpoems send into the world small fragments of the work of Anne Carson and Richard Siken.

Day 8 NaPoWriMo

For this prompt, I am using a tweet from @carsonbot
“the base of the neck to the end of the spine which he can cause to shiver like a root in the rain”

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Do you remember how Heathcliff
passionately loves Catherine?
the first time he laid his eyes on her?
It causes her to shiver
like a root in the rain
from the base
of her neck
to the end of
her spine

 

Do you remember how Heathcliff
declared he indeed loves Catherine?
that she is his soulmate,
united to him
in eternity?

 

It made her love him
so intensely that
she claims they
are the same
person
one

 

Do you remember how you gave
“Wuthering Heights” while
we were walking
along the busy
street of
*Recto?

 

It causes me to shiver
like a root in the rain
from the base
of my neck
to the end of
my spine

 

Do you remember Heathcliff?
because I remember
him in you
I am your  **Catherine,
you are my **Heathcliff
but unlike them
together we
will be
In love forever.

 

 

Note.
**Heathcliff, the protagonist of Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte), is well-known as a romantic hero due to his undying love for Catherine.

*Recto is one of the busiest streets along with University Belt in Manila, Philippines

 

Faithfully (Etheree)

It’s
Over
Yet I feel
Deep in my heart
I long and I cry
By my side, you will be
Friends, let’s not be! Oh hear me
Listen to what I say, dear, please
My soul wants you, my heart desires you
Forever this will be, yours faithfully.

 

P.S.

This poem is dedicated to a fellow blogger https://idolwandererblog.wordpress.com hop in and check his site and you will find out you…

One December Night (etheree)

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One December Night (etheree)

I

don’t know

how deeply

I miss you ’till

one December night

when bright lights and carols

became pitch darkness and noise

December without you once more

how lonely my nights be over again.

Cold December (triple haiku)

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I shiver in the cold
As strong December wind blows
I remember you.

 

I shiver in pain
As it penetrates my skin
Come near me, my love.

 

I shiver and long
As I miss your warm embrace
Hold me please once more.

 

Over a Cup of Coffee

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I wonder many times
how you have become so much
part of me I can’t let go.

A trip to the cafe would
simply make it go, all my doubts
my worries fade away.

It might be the coffee with
its soothing aroma that calms
down my wary heart.

Or it could the romantic
vibe in the cafe that makes
me fall in love again.

I guess it would always be
like this, you and me
over a cup of coffee.

I love you, once more and always.

 

P.S.
If you have been following me for a while now, I guess you would know that this is again a poetic product of me eavesdropping for the nth times lol.

It just feels so good seeing people happy and in love.

Don’t

Don’t bullshit me with your
“I love you’s”
None of them bears witness
To how I grieve
Of witnessing you walk away
Everyday.

Don’t fool me with your
“I miss you”
Nothing compares to the pain
You inflicted on me
For being near yet so far away.

Don’t lull me with your
“I wanna be with you”
Nonsense, though
For up and till now you
Remain a fragment in my dreams.

Don’t say you love me…

 

P.S.

An irrational (maybe for some) poetic rant of a woman in a coffee shop.