The Love Letter - Poem by W.F.D. BLCK

A single horse of power head, shoulder, leg and flank,
pouring one's expression, galloping the oldest roads.
Yes, remarkable how words and fragrance can control the
outcome. How the blood from a pen can set lovers free,
emotions leap from each crinkled page. Tears pullback
and then they fall the heart pauses then the soul opens,
a place when proclamations ring the loudest. A place
where the expose' of fears are conquered. Desperation
carries no greater weights in it's flight. Reality of
possibility surely can shine. The truth can sting as
does death. Love once dead takes a resuscitated breath
and another. Future happiness does not have to wait.
All of these things exist when you read the love letter.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Prose Poem

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2015

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