Love Letters From The Past S.W.A.L.K.

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Mon, 23 Aug 2021
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Words stand alone...some framed in brackets, billions of islands only connected by dashes and hyphens that bridge gap between right way and wrong; ink is the ocean as pen rides the waves of emotion, voices spoken so long ago, were whispered tokens of love;

written into the very fabric of our existence, like the many stars embedded in space above. Passionate hearts once beating, sealed with a loving kiss; vibrations though deeply silent jolting thoughts, so slight and papery; you'd hardly have time to capture their essence,

compelling smiles magnified, bursting from pages of romantic novels, trembling energy behind glassy eyes that long for prominent glimmering memories, but for the tick of clock that altered roads, now different healing blooms in baffling complex jungle as time moves on.

Back in early years, pleased not to have gone astray with you; though dreamy mist danced all around, in fact sixth sense emanated that there was no fear of getting lost; or were odds on our side, making tracks to who knows where? No fear of being swallowed up by danger.

Impulse snaps you back to reality like breaking twigs, short cuts to happy lustrous silence of showers in green woods; but where over time discovering ourselves afresh slipping away in communication, letters received...again re-establishing bond of feeling to an old loved one who's gone away.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

There's something very lovely about a letter, romantic or otherwise and this is very romantic. Love ink as an ocean. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Romantic, passionate and articulate. It's another lovely piece of writing from Jenny, of course.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Trevor,

really pleased you liked this poem. I always think there's a magic about love letters from the past. From those soldiers going off to war and writing of how much they miss that special person in their life, to those little keepsakes where women would tie their letters with ribbon and keep them in a special box to read at leasure. Then there's the ones that are written on perfumed paper and hold so many loving thoughts from the Victorian era and have a seal.

Your comment is very much valued. Thank you so much. 

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rachel,

really glad that part about the ink being like the ocean caught your eye. Like you said, any kind of letter is a special keepsake. I have boxes of letters from pen friends I've lost contact with, but each one brings back a memory of a certain place, like a piece of music and puts a smile on my face.

I'm very grateful for your encouragement and thank you so much for those lovely cherries.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

What a kind comment Paul. To know that you approved this poem means so much.

Thank you. smiley

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

This made me think of letters being like petals of a flower from many Springs before, though the cherry tree keeps growing, year by year and more flowers grow, the first flower on the first branch the first year, always stays bright in the memory, has special significance

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I loved your comment Di, so beautifully described. I have love letters going back to the 1972, and could never part with them, they were part of my teenage years which I'll always treasure.

Thank you so much for reading and your meaningful words. Much appreciated.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Gosh! They must be like treasure, being written by hand makes them much more powerful than emails, I think? That the sender's hand shaped the words, touched the paper, makes it feel like they must have some kind of link, still, to that person? As well as to you, in the past, to your touch, your delight, all the storms in your mind about which way to go, what to do, and now you are safe in harbour

ps should have said before, "happy lustrous silence" is gorgeous!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello again Di, "happy lustrous silence," was actually about a letter from the 70s. Spending a lot of time walking in the woods with my boyfriend at the time and my dog, the rain pouring down and everything lush and green. Perfect times! Glad you enjoyed the poem enough to send a new comment.

I definitely think writing letters on paper is far more precious than sending emails that can disappear with time. I still have old post cards too, going back to the 1960s, one was of my first camping trip when I was about ten staying on a farm in Minehead, I can still to this day recollect how nervous I was about sleeping in a tent, always fascinating to look back on.

Thank you again Di, it was great hearing from you and having a chat.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

I wonder if kids will know what SWALK is? but you certainly do. SWALK to you too. Well done. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I agree Jack, I don't think young people today use S.W.A.L.K. when sending texts or emails, sadly a thing of the past.

Thank you for reading and the lovely comment.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

It was interesting to read this form of poetry.  As usual, you did a wonderful job of telling the story.

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you Jean, it was fun to write and remember my own love letters.

Jenny.