(Written upon request of Weekend Wordsmith’s “vintage postcard” prompt.)
The Postcard –
A Late Arrival and Love’s Revival
A single postcard, nothing much,
A simple note to keep in touch.
One stamp, and it is on the way
Without much room, not much to say.
Yet this epistle carried more,
For he had promised, long before,
To hold her visage in his view
Long after he donned Navy blue.
They waited at the boarding gate,
Both vowing boldly they would wait.
The ship embarked on its campaign,
And disappeared upon the main.
This proven vessel took a hit
And vanished in the briny pit.
Her love remained without a word,
Although in time, his memory blurred.
She wed and bred and raised a child,
But ne’er forgot the way he’d smiled.
He’d promised her that he would write,
Before he sailed that autumn night.
One morning, as she combed her hair,
Which tangled silver, fine and fair,
The letterman brought her a note
With picture of a Navy boat.
She flipped the picture over fast
To read the writing, there at last.
In just six words, he’d spoken true.
“Coming home early. I love you.”
The Postcard –
A Late Arrival and Love’s Revival
A single postcard, nothing much,
A simple note to keep in touch.
One stamp, and it is on the way
Without much room, not much to say.
Yet this epistle carried more,
For he had promised, long before,
To hold her visage in his view
Long after he donned Navy blue.
They waited at the boarding gate,
Both vowing boldly they would wait.
The ship embarked on its campaign,
And disappeared upon the main.
This proven vessel took a hit
And vanished in the briny pit.
Her love remained without a word,
Although in time, his memory blurred.
She wed and bred and raised a child,
But ne’er forgot the way he’d smiled.
He’d promised her that he would write,
Before he sailed that autumn night.
One morning, as she combed her hair,
Which tangled silver, fine and fair,
The letterman brought her a note
With picture of a Navy boat.
She flipped the picture over fast
To read the writing, there at last.
In just six words, he’d spoken true.
“Coming home early. I love you.”
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Ohhh! This makes ya' teary! I love it though! I can so very much picture it! Your poetry really lends itself to strong visuals!
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toodles,
Maria
I loved reading this, I like the cadence and Rhyming of old fashioned structured poetry. Fantastic vocabulary. It matches the old fashsioned sound of the story.
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How very lovely. I really loved this line "But ne’er forgot the way he’d smiled" It just brings out early youthful love so true. Beautiful done.
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PS My I add you to my friends blog list?
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Dear Linda,
ReplyDeleteOnce again your poetry touches me.
You have such a gift of painting vivid pictures in your poems.
I'm so glad our paths crossed via the internet.
Jlo
I love reading the poem! It was so sweet and romantic..A love lost and finally found. it's awesome!
ReplyDeleteI love reading the poem! It was so sweet and romantic..A love lost and finally found. it's awesome!
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