Tucked In Forgotten Places

Tucked in all the forgotten places
are letters as yellow as dandelions.

He said - she said - clings to stationery
with faded penmanship that was
once bold in its ink and words.

He was at war – She was alone….
Paper escaped battle zones,
but trust fought a bigger war.

Envelopes tied with red ribbon
are skeletons waiting for questions
to shake answers from their dry bones.



©Susie Clevenger 2014

Comments

Sreeja said…
deep ...Susie...touching....!!
Susan said…
Wow. Exactly! And some may never be fleshed out. Your poem gives them life.
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Those old letters are a treasure trove. I wish I had some of them now - ones my grandma used to have.
Stacy M.S. said…
oh my, this stanza gave me chills:

'Envelopes tied with red ribbon
are skeletons waiting for questions
to shake answers from their dry bones.'

what a beautiful, reflective poem!

stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
"but trust fought a bigger war" such a profound line, lovely poem!