E-mail is wonderfully efficient, but I will admit there is a special fun to receiving a physical letter. In today’s volume of Quickwords, my poetry series, here are some poems based on the theme of envelopes!
| Leaves and a Letter |
| I left leaves and a letter In a little brown envelope Atop a gentle knitted cloth I picked them in the summer When I had the strength to frolic the forest But autumn’s probably got them now I didn’t think my words would be enough So I asked the trees for help They gave me advice and a branch to lean on They told me to say the truth that I still haven’t found my place And that the heart picks its seasons I found me when I was in bloom But now I’m a wooden skeleton Drifting down a river of change |
| Of Ink & Stamps |
| I paid the postage of a passing friend Gave them a stamp from my sheet and a dip from my inkwell for their quill was looking dry It helped them catch that word on their fingertips and make the trip to the next town As they left I sat and opened myself up for a look inside For I am, as all are, an envelope full of my own mail My letter, incomplete, yet a calligraphy of many souls Script in mixed hues tell a tentative tale dances alongside Postcards from old points, trinkets of a tinkered heart I sit back and read my story so far I wonder to whom the postage goes |
| On Villopes |
| It’s quite a hike up Villopes Mountain The postal carrier often wonders why someone would buy a home there It certainly makes it hard to deliver these letters Who would send mail to the far face on the jagged peak? To someone who doesn’t know flat valleys or level ground? Hopefully one of these envelopes for the house on Villopes Has some photos of a nicer place to live |
