Intransit

Wednesday: A poem which nearly wrote itself.

The theme was Old Love Letters.

The characters provided me with a wealth of emotional angst. I had to leave out far more than the characters gave me.

Take a Letter

Take a letter, Miss Jones.
Any letter, take it.
Follow the threads of the ties of my life,
As they slacken.

What’s that you say?
Don’t worry, Miss Jones.
No need to write as I loosen these ties,
I’m unravelling.

The view from up here, Miss Jones.
Do you enjoy it?
Following the life of the city,
Beneath us,
Now Passing.

Where was I, Miss Jones?
Ah yes, letting go, for a moment.
Letters I lived for,
Giving me wings and my life back,
To follow her,
Smiling.

Did you meet her, Miss Jones?
Her smile and her grace and her touch, were beguiling.
Our years full of seasons,
Enchanting.

These letters, Miss Jones.
Are all that I have of her love
And a life,

I am leaving.

Don’t worry Miss Jones.
Keep them safe and explain,
That I leapt,
With a heart
That was breaking…..

posted by john @ 5:50 pm