Friday, June 27, 2008

Brilig Place Episode 14 - Love Letters

Letters, if they’re carelessly juxtaposed,
Might cause a foreign army to invade.
A sad hand scrawling on a final page,
The memories of a life about to close.
But Brilig Girls - don’t dwell on morbid prose.
The lexicon of letters on display,
Like L.O.L, S.W.A.K,
Precipitate a kiss on cheeks aglow.
But Lovers’ gift of tiny teddy bears ?
Each with baby scarf, their names upon it?
A million trash gifts say “How much I Care ?”
Tortured letters twisted into sonnet ?
A love oblivious to those who stare ?
(Pass me a bag I think I need to vomit !)

Such cynicism comes from those half dead !
‘Love is real’ but threats are all around.
Words are simply echoes, empty sounds,
Reverberating something once half said.
Memory’s like a painting with colours bled,
A reminiscence found then lost then found.
That first date yellow dress with bow tied round,
Fondly recalled tomorrow coloured red.
And even declarations carved in stone,
‘An honest man much loved by family’
The mason’s efforts cannot long postpone,
These words from being washed out to the sea.
There is no anchor, we are all alone.
If love is real define reality.

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