Love Letters Beneath the Ticking Clock

Reminiscing over old love letters

Sweet pricks

Upon this waning heart thus...

I am by wounded deja vu

Thy verses victorian script; tempt

As rouge lips and scent as roses
Lines reading further into intimate

Spelt out in wet, always tears in morning do

 

Pages pulled as petals lave

From out of love letter boxes
O' how easily hence, I can forget

The others up above so tide and true

Such things, as dust and ache or

Laden line shelves which hide the classics

Where shadow fights amid the ambiance melting light

Shores of Shakespeare, Dickens or Thoreau 

But, not their words now on thy pages

Nor atmosphere; emotion, romance and adventure 

Which they and thee invite
Dispelling death of passions from our lives

Of seasons well beyond what's long, long ago

 

And yet, alive as ought...

The Psalms of David be
Dancing within umbers imaginate

Thy very presence prose and
Amid the darkness as evanescence paints

Silhouette escapes of thee around this room

 

All now thou shall ever be

My eventide in love letter reading

Beneath the ticking clock aglow

Hour after hour and with its hands

I walk and talk with thee
Until the sands of slumbertime flow

Reviews

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

I love the whole old style of this it really added to the whole setting of the poem. Really great imagery and description, some memorable lines in here. I think this really turned out well and looks really professional.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, I was into my classical poem kick at the time reading a lot of Shakespeare. I enjoy writing in this style of old modern English.

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

Yeah I've never written stuff like this but it's interesting to read once in a while. You did a good job at using old modern English :D

[Lyan]

Ah the old days when couples actually wrote letters to each other..nice to reminisce.and that's exactly what this poem suggests.it would be nice if we went back to writing in such a form instead of what it is now.but times have changed indeed.nice write:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you, the old days? I know what you mean but I still write letters to my wife. I do this to continue to cultivate our love. I haven't in some time but your comment has inspired me to so again as she is away this week.

[Lyan]

Glad to hear it:)

[s y e]

You took my breath away, this is an amazing write. Some stunning lines.

Well done.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Noodlehead.

[rutherford]

Great image -- set from the title. I imagine the whole narrative unfolding below a stately old clock.

[Michael G. Smith]

Where one could smell the aging wood(hickory). Thanks Rutherford.

[Frieda P]

Oh this is exquisite, took my breath away with this utterly romantic twist of Victorian poetry.

Dancing shadows imaginate thy presence prose
Amid the darkness evanescence paints around this room

This is surely read by shimmering candlelight, I could see the soft flickering from here whilst memories float through the mind...simply sumptuous my friend.

[Pryde Foltz]

A bedtime story, indeed. The beauty of reading to the ones you love. I don't think we do enough of this nowadays.

[Michael G. Smith]

He's reading an old flames love letters.

[Pryde Foltz]

Not to his wife??? lol.

[Michael G. Smith]

You are funny. no, not to his wife. Maybe someone else's, lol.

[Pryde Foltz]

Sorry, Mike, for the misinterpretation,

[Michael G. Smith]

Come on, apologies are not necessary. I'm glad you took your precious time late at night to read poetry written by one such as me. You answer these comments, whew!

[Pryde Foltz]

I try. Shows you've read them

[Michael G. Smith]

I am holed up in the cab of my semi in a small town in northern Alabama writing poetry late at night. I plugged in the internet from a furniture factory across the way.

[Pryde Foltz]

That's a poem in itself

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, funny. I wanted to ask you a question, now I can't remember what it is? Oh, just out of curiosity what kind of technology do write on Desktop, laptop, tablet or phablet?

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

You always play with words excellently, Mike. Need I say more? :x

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, yes a thousand more words please? Lol, and more points for you.

[JenniferMarie]

Beautiful.

My fav lines:

Pages pulled as petals, from out of love letter boxes. (sigh) :)

(I heart this stanza)
*By ambiance candlelight Shakespeare, Dickens or Thoreau
But, not the words romance or atmosphere in which you invite emotion
Dispelling death of passions from our lives of long, long ago

*[Dancing shadows] imaginate thy presence prose
Amid the *[darkness evanescence],[ paints around this room]

[Read beneath the ticking clock]...
****[Hour after hour] brings such dramatic essence, wonderful.
[Until the sands of slumber
flow]

i felt it was romantic.


I basically pasted the entire poem, but those are my favs.

:)

[Michael G. Smith]

You have some interesting ideas here. As of now I don't have the time I need to further investigate them. (I'm on the road working) but I see things here I like. I really appreciate you inputs and I know that voice,the one which reads a little bit ahead of us. My wish is that you might see further into some of my other poetry. -Mike

[SyberRose]

Sweet pricks upon this waning heart thus, I am wounded deja vu
Thy verses victorian script, tempt as rouge lips, scent as roses
Lines read more intimate than that of morning's dew



Beautifully penned...this has the romantic ambiance and a touch of the old English classic feel to it. I particularly enjoyed the above verse.

Enjoyed reading M. G....Rose

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Rose. I love to read Old English poetry. Romanticism is my favorite form, but I tread carefully because it seems to saturate many sites.