Antonio Martin Ferrand

Like lovers
carving their initials
within a heart on tree`bark
we long to write words that last
past evening sunset morning sunrise
the night of our creativity is too
short beginning with babel
as it does & ending

Tell the tree
your suffering love
so that when old you may
return to find love’s scars there
unmitigated by the passing seasons
one day after tomorrow a wind
will rise as few have seen
your love will be
its eulogy

                              “The poet as well
Builds his monuments mockingly;
   For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die,
      the brave sun die blind and blacken to the heart:
   Yet stones have stood for a thousand years,
         and pained thoughts found
      The honey of peace in old poems.” ~ Robinson Jeffers, To the Stone-Cutters


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to Love`Letters

  1. the love will indeed live longer than the letters

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