postcards

out of the red temple square,
louder than the plated, ancestral gongs
beyond your reach, a clasped prayer,
between my breath and lips,
is hurrying my sandaled feet,
before the world eats your trail,
you are a song on the palm of a breeze,
the wool of lost sheeps, grass on everglades,
you are dewdrops on tapered leaves,
that curtains my dark face,
before sunlight, offering incense and sap
from mountain altars, you are green turf,
on my cheeks, close to the dirt-ground,
i place an ear , i wait for an elusive sound,
beyond the tear-lined edges of postcards
 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very sad piece...postcards are all we have left of a love...who has disappeared from our lives...we see the person in everything around us...but not within earshot or eye shot...

and we miss that person so much....

i have letters left from an old friend...and memories...i still read those letters...and the ink gets smeared.

j.

[highonwords]

thank you so much, jacob, for taking time to visit and comment - indeed, it is a very sad event - i miss postcards and letters by snail mail - i miss the patience and time it takes to write them - keep those letters, jacob - for letters are becoming artifacts in a museum of the heart - thank you

steph

[Wolfwind Words]

This paints a powerful image in my mind. I see a person collapsing in emotional anguish because their loved one is far away and all that they have of them are postcards, which have been held and read, over and over again, their edges worn and faded from use and the drips of tears that well up on the eyes each time the person views them.

Overall it's a very potent poem and creates a flow of images that leaps from the page and into the minds of the ever receptive readers. Great Ink!

Aaron

[highonwords]

thank you so much for the wonderful comment and visit - appreciate it very much - i am so glad the poem spoke to you in a personal tone - difficult, very difficult to live with our loved ones far away

steph

[Wolfwind Words]

You are very welcome and yes it is. Distance is the yo-yo of emotions at times when it comes the the affairs of love.

[highonwords]

thank you so much - glad you enjoyed the poem :)

steph

[Jake Brunton]

Written in a very cryptic yet descriptive way: that get's my attention. The words used are very well thought out for the work, and flow well together. Good job.

[highonwords]

thank you jake for the wonderful visit and comment - if i may ask - which lines in the poem did you find cryptic or vague - i don't want readers to work hard, reading poems - thank you, jake

steph

[Jake Brunton]

No problem! When I said cryptic, I rather meant the meaning of the entire thing and not necessarily in the way of being 'hard to understand,' but rather it is cryptic as I believe there's a true meaning hiding in your words that also influence readers to come up with their own meanings to your work.

[highonwords]

thank you, jake -if i may ask, what did the poem mean to you,personally - thank you for your time and response

steph

[Jake Brunton]

When I read it, I get the sort of feeling that there's someone searching for one they know who they can't find. Like a long lost friend, or something of the sort.

[highonwords]

thank you jake for the feedback - i hope the poem spoke to you - thank you for the comment and visit

steph