I was inspired by Miss Moyer's post yesterday about her letters from Alaska. My mind-gears began churning and before I knew it I was tapping out a poem (okay, the poetry isn't surprising because I write poetry like I drink milk - which is a lot). I was half way through when it began changing directions on me. I like when writing does that - fakes me out, like a really cool soccer move. When I least expect it, a curve ball is thrown. I sat in my chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard, a little taken aback. Within seconds, my fingers found the keys again and the rest of the 'story' came tumbling out. Words have a life of their own - true story. :)
Paper & Ink
My fingers smooth your silky face
as I work the thoughts around in my mind.
Each wrinkle on your face will hold my
dreams, fears, and secrets.
I dab my quill in jet black, preparing
to expose my newest thoughts to you.
Anticipation as my hand hovers above you,
attempting to compose myself.
What will she think?
It's been so long.
Carefully, oh so carefully, I scritch-scratch
across your microscopic fibers.
I tell of my day and the events which have
unfolded since last I shared.
With each new stroke I imagine her lithe
fingers as they work the seal apart.
More liquid ink; her face appearing in my
mind as she slides you from the envelope.
Will she laugh at my words?
I wish I knew.
A simple, though endearing 'Yours truly'
before artfully folding you in thirds.
Your place set, seal complete, I stamp
you; ready for your journey.
A mixture of anticipation and grief as you
gracefully slip from my fingers into the box.
Nestled comfortably alongside your siblings;
those like you, which have never been sent.
Comments
dreams, fears, and secrets." Nice writing!