Thursday, July 02, 2009

to write a letter.


A letter arrived God knows when,
And laid by the bed side table forgotten,
Today on a cleaning spree
I opened it,
The envelope had my name on it
And my address,
But to my surprise, no sender’s name,
In it was two papers,
One blank
Nothing written, not even a dot,
The other one carried a small note:
“Write with blood,
Wrench your heart,
Squeeze your soul,
Delve in pain and then create a poem
Full of thought”


And now I sit idle,
Knowing not what,
Is there an answer to such a letter at all?
Addressed to where and to whom?

3 comments:

mattgic said...

Pri please, a crush is a crush but if you tell me those words were yours I will have to take you artristry very seriously indeed.

Lady said...

take me serious then!
i love to write ;)

Lady said...

seriously :P