Please Read The Letter That I Wrote: Voting Thread

Select your favorite of these three

  • 1

    Votes: 12 75.0%
  • 2

    Votes: 3 18.8%
  • 3

    Votes: 1 6.3%

  • Total voters
    16
  • Poll closed .
Oh, and thanks for the nod, fellas. Glad you enjoyd it. :)

I would have voted for DrewberryLess' poem if it was an option. Awesome little thing.
 
THere's a difference between a comfort zone, which is something you're IN and a signature, which is something you HAVE. I also had a hunch that #2 was one of yours. Not because it's a specific genre or style, but because you put your own mark on it. A certain pace, type of phrasing, and choice of topics that gives it identity. And that's definitely not a bad thing.

The most interresting artist makes different genres fit THEIR style. Even if it chafes.

The least interresting artist is the competent chameleon who blends in with the white noise.

I never thought about the signature thing before so thankyou for that. I'm hopeless at guessing anyone, if the challenge was 'Guess who wrote this' I'd have no chance unless it was SJ and haikus
 
THere's a difference between a comfort zone, which is something you're IN and a signature, which is something you HAVE. I also had a hunch that #2 was one of yours. Not because it's a specific genre or style, but because you put your own mark on it. A certain pace, type of phrasing, and choice of topics that gives it identity. And that's definitely not a bad thing.

The most interresting artist makes different genres fit THEIR style. Even if it chafes.

The least interresting artist is the competent chameleon who blends in with the white noise.

Compa Compa Compa Compa Compa-chameleon, you come and go, you come and go-oh-oh!
 
Quality poem, remec. Hey, do you know what ever happened to AverageGina?

Thanks.

Nope...I seem to recall a sighting several months ago, but whether that was here or on Messenger I have forgotten. Would really be nice to know how she's doing, though.


:cool:
 
However an old fogie it makes me sound the 60s had the best music leading into the Glam Rock of the 70s but when punk rock came along that's when I bailed out
 
I haven't forgotten this challenge, but life does what it does. I don't think the challenge is done for me either. This is just one thought, and it goes as it goes.

For the record, this is an observation, not something that is actually happening to me. Nor is it an assessment of anyone that takes part in this thread. And no dead animals were flogged in the creation of this blurt.

For the record, I do have the ancient correspondence bound by dissicated rubber bands. I wonder what happened to her? But that is part of another blurt. Maybe.



Blame it on my age.
rubber bands so old
they break when I ponder words
sent so many years ago.

Somehow we managed
to maintain love,
even from a distance,
with so few words

Written on a page
by hand.
We took the time to think
and write about how we felt,

what we did,
where we were,
what our plans were
once we got back together.

Then we sent those pages,
knowing it might be weeks
before we received a reply,
a wait that seemed at times, intolerable.

But letters are no more,
with emails and text messages.
Instant gratification
with no real need to ponder a reply.

So now I know that we are the rubber band,
snapped when strained.
So ironic that the first letter I received from you in years
came as a cover for a legal document.
 
Okay, that last post made me think. That is enough thinking for one day though.

Memories of her
are wrapped tight by rubber bands
I’d best not overstretch
For fear they would break.

A time, so long ago,
Where letters offered our best means
Of keeping in touch
When we to far away to touch.

And touch I would,
your face,
wrap you in my arms,
then gently let you go, again.

Love you
I did,
I do,
and moved on.

Both of us did.
Regrets? No.
Wishful thoughts? Sometimes.
Wanting to do over? Not really.

Other than I wish we had kept in touch,
since I never stopped caring.
Not going to remove that rubber band though,
for fear all those letters might scatter.
 
I haven't forgotten this challenge, but life does what it does. I don't think the challenge is done for me either. This is just one thought, and it goes as it goes.

For the record, this is an observation, not something that is actually happening to me. Nor is it an assessment of anyone that takes part in this thread. And no dead animals were flogged in the creation of this blurt.

For the record, I do have the ancient correspondence bound by dissicated rubber bands. I wonder what happened to her? But that is part of another blurt. Maybe.



Blame it on my age.
rubber bands so old
they break when I ponder words
sent so many years ago.

Somehow we managed
to maintain love,
even from a distance,
with so few words

Written on a page
by hand.
We took the time to think
and write about how we felt,

what we did,
where we were,
what our plans were
once we got back together.

Then we sent those pages,
knowing it might be weeks
before we received a reply,
a wait that seemed at times, intolerable.

But letters are no more,
with emails and text messages.
Instant gratification
with no real need to ponder a reply.

So now I know that we are the rubber band,
snapped when strained.
So ironic that the first letter I received from you in years
came as a cover for a legal document.


Thnaks for the nice poem and the memories of longhand letters sent to someone special.
The ones I received no longer exist. I don't rememeber whether I got rid of them since they could be a painful reminder or just didn't survive a move. I think its the latter, since I don't recall doing anything explicitly. Likewise, I'm not sure of the status of the letters I sent back then.
 
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