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The ink bled through the pores of parchment,
And the words written came from the depth of the soul,
Hoping the warmth radiates through the thin paper
With black words scratched with a feather quill.
Late into the night, the words did flow
From ink pot to glistening lines by candlelight,
Until the hands grew weary, and the thoughts numb,
Though the heart was still filled to the brim with words.
Slowly the candle wax melted, as hands kept writing
Till warnings of solitary smoke filled the room,
The signature was signed with reluctance,
And the letter folded delicately, the envelope sealed.
Maybe the words did not sound quite as the heart felt,
But the soul still shone through the ink,
And the warmth of the hand that wrote the words,
Could still be felt as its fragrance filled the room.
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Inside the Mind of a Lunatic 
Until the hands grew weary, and the thoughts numb,
Though the heart was still filled to the brim with words…
just beautiful! 😉
ah dp, you’ve captured so much emotion with your words and description, that I want to look at the letter, I have a steam kettle handy for just this purpose, may I? OK…I won’t, but a bygone age is felt throughout your poem, simply wonderful. xPenx
I feel this.
I feel also cramped as I lay folded
In an envelope
Made of times gone by.
beautiful words… love teh calmness of the poem!!
heartfelt words.
Thanks for sharing..
🙂
Wonderful writing, filled with well penned lines! Very enjoyable reading.
Here is my offering for Potluck 48: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/the-lake/
love this one. great work old school feel
Oh dear! I felt the intensity in this one, Sonam.. it was like some glowing presence which you cannot see, but only feel..
A superb write!
I guess the quill just knows the feelings that go into what’s about to be written… no?
The magic of hand-written letters and how the ink contains the sparkles of the soul! How the heart wishes to fill the paper with fine feelings, but on the end the receiver might not catch the glimpse of the emotions behind the ink .. This is how I see it … very touching poem S!
Again and again, you always produce fantastic pieces! It’s been a while, but I’m finally done moving and have posted lots of pics (and more to come). I hope you’re doing well and hope to see you around!
awww! welcome back! You were missed 🙂 xxxxxx
I like as usual. May the heart always shine through the warmth of your words 🙂
I really like your ending: “And the warmth of the hand that wrote the words,
Could still be felt as its fragrance filled the room.”
This had a somewhat somber feel even though the words being written were coming from the soul of the writer. I’m not sure why I felt this… But I enjoyed it’s tender emotion–beautifully delivered.
your writings are ever consistent my friend..
Your words breathe life to what you create… So vividly descriptive, and such wonderful images! This is great work.
Its been really long, as I havent been blogging of late, and it sure feels great to be back visiting. Thank you, for sharing your work, and your talent, which makes me want to visit, whenever I think of blogging.
dp,
i think this piece is conversational. the emotion as exquisite as that of the blank ink with its feathery friend-the quill. such fragrant feelings floating into that candlelit room, how solitary. this is perfect for me.
Ahh, I can see the scenario playing out like a scene from a well-loved old movie. 🙂 I can actually smell the heady aroma of wax and perfumed ink as I was reading this