![]() THE LETTERBOXA Poem by Betty Hermelee![]() Empty![]() LETTER BOX
Weeks of long yawns, groans, sobs No posts across a vast sea My skin clammy, chilled Hair oily, unkempt No purpose to freshen up Alone and tense for news The letter box befits an empty soul Lost in a vacuous abyss I am akin with such colorless matters
I should seek a vocation Anything to boost my doldrums Doubtless I take up knitting Imagine an amethyst blue sweater To tally with his transparent blue eyes Oh, if only I could gaze into those expressive peepers At this notable moment, but only in dreams
Each day I hasten to the letter box with disquiet Gingerly open only to find naught from abroad Goblets of salty tears dribble down my cheeks I gaze into the mirror, repelled by my aspect
Is he alive? Of course Perchance he is off the beaten path Where there is no letterbox I ought to whimper myself to sleep To pass over my low spirits As my posts to him need not be Miserable, only strong yet tender
© 2023 Betty HermeleeAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on March 26, 2023 Last Updated on March 26, 2023 Author![]() Betty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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