Letters and Stamps

Letters and Stamps

A Poem by Flow

when I was young

I use to laugh at the older people
who would start
a  conversation off
by saying
.
I remember way back when
or
when I was younger
.
Blah, Blah, Blah
.
now though
I am missing things
from the past
.
like those times
I would run to the mail box
in hopes of receiving
a hand written letter
.
that was neatly folded
in an envelope
which  was sprayed
 with her perfume
and sealed with a kiss
from her red painted lips
.
sometimes she put
 bows and little ribbons
on the envelope
to give it color
just for me
.
those personal touches
that email just can’t
seem to duplicate
.
I remember lying
 on my back
in the front yard
.
sniffing the envelope
for a long time
before opening it
.
then I would read her words
written in her curvy sexy
style of writing
.
I remember
writing her back
making sure
 each word
could be read
.
I used the dictionary
to come up with new words
so I sounded smart
and intelligent to her
.
she was an A+ student
and well out of league
but when we wrote
we were on equal ground
.
each running
to our mail boxes
to see if
 the other’s letter
had arrived
.
yeah..
.
I miss those days
of writing real letters
with real meaning
and personality

© 2008 Flow


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This feels so wistful, you convey that well. Your descriptions are excellent and I agree with you. A letter received in the mail is such a special gift. I know I save it for last, to sit in quiet solitude and read those little golden gifts of words. That some one would take that time for me, to put pen to paper to tell me of their day, their joys and even their sorrows. Sharing with me in a way that no other medium can convey.
Thanks for causing me to take time to reflect. Barbara

Posted 16 Years Ago


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This feels so wistful, you convey that well. Your descriptions are excellent and I agree with you. A letter received in the mail is such a special gift. I know I save it for last, to sit in quiet solitude and read those little golden gifts of words. That some one would take that time for me, to put pen to paper to tell me of their day, their joys and even their sorrows. Sharing with me in a way that no other medium can convey.
Thanks for causing me to take time to reflect. Barbara

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really liked this poem. It's very true and meaningfull. I could imagine a little boy laying in his front yard just looking at the letter. Very touching and very cute.
Over all it's brilliant!
Brit.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Letters written by hand are beautiful keepsakes. Good job. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved this! It's so true no one writes anything anymore. I'm the only one out of everyone I know who can't write a damn thing on the computer. I write every paper, essay, poem, story, whatever in long hand first them copy it down on a computer. There is something magical and unique about handwriting. It's your own personal stamp on the world. Getting anything in the mail used to be the coolest thing, too bad it's not anymore. People should start that up again. Great write,


Brette

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's so true that we have lost so much touch that we cannot even take time out of our busy schedules to hand write a letter. I miss those days more than ever these days because there is no one for me to write to in such a manner except for the handwritten letters that I leave on the computer table for my beloved to read when one of us is away. -Sigh-

Great read and write

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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jen
how very true mister flow... I actually like as the passage legion mentioned below as "world"... letters/mail are a way of peeping into someone's world to the extent the allow or wish it.... I still dream about getting mail in my mail box from when I was stationed over seas... it was such a connection my other world at home....

loved this :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yea, me too. Things have become so impersonal in this time. No intimacy. No real passion. Great write. One thing (and I'm not sure if you meant it this way or if it is a typo):

"each world
could be read"

Did you mean "world" or "word"?

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Flow
Flow

Memphis, TN



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