I always loved receiving your long letters,
My name and address written in cursive hand,
On blue envelopes of translucent papers,
With a wish of love, the letter would expand.
Your handwriting is etched in my heart, forever!
While reading the letter I used to imagine,
How you held the pen in your slender finger,
And how the words would roll out from the pen.
I loved to reciprocate in similar fashion,
Wrote long letters echoing my heart's music,
On the mundane things or the purest passion,
Whatever the subject, love was intrinsic.
Read those several times before I walked
To the Post Office to get those weighed,
Wrote your name and looked again and again,
And dropped to the box with postage prepaid.
Alas! Long letters are extinct now,
With them have gone the fragrance of love.
Just in two decades I wonder how
SMS outdid them, stole our treasure trove!
Thanks for reading the poem, digging it out of the trove. Much inspired by your generous rating of +++10, @Robert Murray Smith.
I think everyone of our generation misses and pines for those golden scripts encased within a postal cover or drafted in cursive hand on a blue coloured inland letter....! Seeing the postman was a happy omen...! I remember the days of our temporary separation soon after marriage...! Now when Christmas or New Year comes, the one thing I miss most is cards from friends and dear ones! Today emails and SMS have stolen the treasure trove of endearing words! A great write.... I too join you in your lament!
'I too join you in your lament! ' - thank you @Valsa George. Our children and grand children wouldn't know how eagerly we used to wait for the postman who delivered letters from our beloved ones from far and near, home and abroad. They won't hear or feel the lament.
Thank you, @Elena Plotkin. Very sorry, that I took more than four years to acknowledge your very warm four words appreciating the poem. Have just read a poem of yours. Shall do so more in the days ahead.
@ Heather Wilkins, Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I sadly miss those days when a letter used to come with unbounded joy. I too used to take great care to pour out my heart when responding to those beautiful letters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Long Letters, Short Messages is truly one of my new favorites! ! ! I still send long handwritten letters, to this day, to those I love..so I can really appreciate the sentiment herein. It is an intimate part of the heart, holding pen in hand, to spill your soul unto a crisp white page, that awaits a poet's kiss.....PEACE