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Gold cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Tue, 18 Nov 2014
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14 comments
 
Light has bleached the ink – once
the deepest shade of violet to a paler
shade of ochre...
 
stealing that scrap, that remaining remnant 
I had of you; those final words
telling me goodbye.
 
A few letters remain dotted here 
and there. Demented ‘M’s and last-ditch ‘Y’s
still serve to remind me your eyes were the colour
of a bruised, summer sky.
 
Yet there’s one thing hasn’t changed – 
that flourish at the end, beneath your name...
almost as if
 
your pen, instinctively etched the paper
with an indelible stroke of longing...
as if knowing time was too short
for a postscript.
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

This has made me think how such a saved letter can bring memories of the person active and communicating, maybe more than a photograph. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You are so right.  Rhiannon, as I know, only too well from personal experience.  Many, many thanks.

Tina

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

This is so how I would like my writing to be preserved, remembered,

lovely!

Lindy

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Trish thanks for reading, and for your lovely comment...and I have no doubt, it willsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

I loved this, I thought it was marvellous, so graceful. Esp. 'Demented m's...still serve to remind me-' 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Steve.  Glad you picked up on that, astute, as you always are.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

So much of the personality is preserved in handwriting, and that it was intended for your eyes, the act of writing it remains unchanged, even with the fading of ink. Love the brevity of this piece, Tina. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

How right you are, Bee, about that 'personality' thing.  

I still treasure a simple shopping list I found in the pocket of my late daughter's favourite coat.

Many thanks to you for sharing your wisdom.

Tina

 

Submitted by jeand on

This is so lovely and poignant, Tina. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you for reading, Jean.  Much appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

There's something precious about the handwriting of someone we love who is not with us, they touched that paper, held the pen, made the mark.  So much of them in it.  You express this with such delicacy.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Your words touched my heart, Philip. Thank you for them.

Tina

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I tried to comment on this when I first saw it but yet again my computer wouldn't let me. So quick,before it deserts me again! - this poem has stayed at the back of my mind, that flourish at the end, that slight mark before moving on, has stuck with me. smiley

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

catherine, my sincere thanks to you for taking all that trouble in letting me know your thoughts; beautiful and inspiring as eversmiley

Hope you have a peaceful weekend.

Tina