Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
untitled------Monday Poetry Train
deciphering words
amidst tattered pages-
resulting from folding
refolding,
of yellowing letters,
wrapped carefully
with love.
a single tear flows.
This is for my mom. She was going through my dad's papers. She found a wrapped bundle of old letters. Those letters were written by her to him. She never knew, he had kept every single one of those. I did not intrude on her privacy. Someday, I hope she allows me to read those letters.
I could not find any appropriate title for this.
photo courtsey: google images
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36 comments:
What a beautiful, delicate poem. I love the folding and unfolding, and that the pages are yellowing, meaning that nothing is ever final.
I'm sure your mother will share those letters when she's ready.
Oh my God, that is so wonderful! I always love it when I stumble across the old love letters my husband and i have written each other. What a wonderful thing for your mother to have discovered. The poem is beautiful.
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That's very sweet.
beautiful and touching.
Wow. That's lovely. Both your poem and the fact that your dad kept all your mother's letters. Today's romantics, who send text messages and emails, will not be so lucky.
Here from Michele's
Love is like that sometimes!
Nice image. I like.
This was very lovely! I love the last line.
That was a lovely poem. And I think when she's ready, your mom will share those with you.
This is adorable!!Romantism does really exist, I guess!!
I could see a person reading those same letters throught the age.
Thanks so much for sharing that romantic, personal and tender poem. That last line had me entirely choked up.
'amidst tattered pages-
resulting from folding
refolding'
Not only did he keep the letters - he folded and unfolded them to read and reread them. So beautiful.
this is a great poem. wonderful emotion.
Very Beautiful!
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Swweet lines . Touched.
Reading and reliving those past moments thro those letters feels amazing :)
Yet another lovely piece. I can always rely on finding something special here.
This is lovely, Gautami, very well done.
How beautiful.
What a touching little poem ... I read it several times and I can't get enough ... how's "For Mom" as a title
sentiments that echo the love kept folded
good lord,, if i didn't already have my makeup on for work,, id have a good cry!!!!!
That was beautiful, thank you for sharing.
Ah so beautiful, letters are such treasures arent they? More precious and really priceless, beautiful post.
beautiful! i love 'wrapped carefully with love'!
Beautiful poem, and how beautiful that your dad kept them all this time. It's so romantic! ;)
Oh how beautiful and touching Gautami. I hope you get to read them Those single tears are golden.
I loved it so much. Thanks for sharing.
So romantic!
Wow! Lovely. I hope you get to read those letters ... if your mum lets you! How romantic! :-)
What a treasure. And to discover them after all this time... Thank you for sharing this beautiful, bittersweet moment.
What a wonderful story! Tender, touching and heart reaching...
Very beautiful Gauthami, somehow we never see our parents as anybody else apart from being a father or mother, they have so much more to their life.
Beautiful, delicate post, Gautami.
Some great love there Gautami.
Awww, what a beautiful story. I don't think any title would have done it justice.
How incredibly sweet. Sigh.
Your words are so poignant for such aged letters. And, your father is a beautiful, sentimental man who loves your mother.
John and I have kept each others letters/ e-mails through the years. What fun it will be to read all of them in older age.
I hope someday your mom shares her words with you. Maybe it can be a keepsake that's handed down through the years.
Have a nice day.
moving story. What extra insights it might give if you could see.
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