Summer of letters.
Days of thinking slowly,
rolling words around
until they landed just right.
Days of ink to vellum,
sometimes blurred by tears.
Hidden away for so many years.
Flowers beneath ribbon ties,
now brittle and dry.
Love never consummated,
memories still blush.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. It’s Quadrille Monday and De asks us to include the word “flower” or a form of the word, within the body of our poem of just 44 words, sans title. Image created on Bing Create.
lillian the home poet 
This is so lovely and poignant ❤️
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Thank you!
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A poignant quadrille Lill, and I love the thought of all those things ‘set aside’. I used to save letters, but they went missing in several moves, but I do still have some greetings cards.
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For many years I kept flowers I hung upside down to dry…and then had them on a shelf with photos…ones from various special occasions. They finally turned practically to dust so now more. Do have some old letters and cards from George in our dating days 🙂
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The is beautiful, Lill. I love “days of thinking slowly.” I sure could use a couple of those, these days.
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Luv this sentimental mood
much love
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Pretty Q, Lillian. I have some of those kind of letters also. I loved the days of handwritten snail mail.
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Lovely mood created by past magic…with tight rhyme and a ‘natural’ rhythm ✔️
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This is so lovely, Lillian.
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Nice work, L. I esp dug the slow thinking and the tear-blurred inkwords. Salute.
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tender, romantic. dried roses and ribbons. much to love here.
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What a great take on the prompt!
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A quiet, unfinished love story. I especially like feeling formed with the first three lines. Nicely done 👏
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“now brittle and dry”
This line makes so much more of the lines preceding it and makes more poignant the two that follow it.
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This is beautiful!
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Written beautifully, the flowers capture the fragile emotions perfectly.
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Ah, sweet!
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I love “summer of letters.” A lovely, poignant poem, Lill!
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Writing letters is fast becoming a lost art form- beautifully composed 📝
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So lovely Lillian. I think we all have those letters wrapped in the ribbon and those ‘what if’ thoughts.
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Wonderful and sweet…. I wonder if the future will hold any letters…
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Nothing compares to a letter. I don’t have many left, but my husband and I used to save all our greeting cards, and calendars from each year.
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So beautiful, Lillian, and a tad bit sentimental!
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