Letter, Unwritten
Spring is cool here
Holding its breath I guess
The sky slowly turns blue
Waiting for the exhale
Daffodils flurry the yard
Nodding their yellow kindness
I think I lost kindness this year
Is there a spell for reawakening?
A wren paced the window sill
Yesterday then tapped the glass
In some sort of Morse code I didn’t get
What is the sign for forgiveness?
Today the voice goes dry
Gritty sand clogging my throat
Chia seeds swelling in gelatinous glee
How hollow is absence?
The buildings have all gone dark now
Like uncertain endings
Nightly hours stuff with lazy minutes
Should I take up knitting?
This morning someone leaves a plant at my door
Its green offer soothing my soiled heart
I gently place it near an open window
Both of us bowing toward the light
20 thoughts on "Letter, Unwritten"
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I like the journey and the self-questioning of this poem. I also really like the use of images from nature blended with your personal narrative. And then a person actually brings you piece of nature as a gift. I think the natural world is helping you as you question yourself. Good job!
I love this. You are definitely a poet. 🙂
Birds and plants!
I love the symmetry between the daffodils in the beginning and the plants toward the end.
And loved the thoughtful repetition of “Nodding their yellow kindness/I think I lost kindness this year”
Nice! The ending is my favorite part.
Wow, Sylvia! I love this. The first stanza is very strong and drew me right in. And I can’t wait to teach you to knit!
I loved re-reading the last line of every stanza.
I like the melding of people and nature
I like how the “heavy” questions end with a thought about doing some knitting. I think our physical connection to the world being exercised (i.e., work) can be a panacea to the internal questions that plague us. Nicely done, Sylvia.
love “yellow kindness”
Thank you all for your comments!
I really enjoyed all of the inquiries throughout the poem! Well done!
Love that daffodils flurry and nod kindness! Very deep thought provoking!
Such a great read. So many good lines! The wren’s Morse code, uncertain endings, the waiting for the exhale. Worthy of many rereads. Thanks.
Love the ending
Me too
Spring is cool here
Holding its breath I guess
The sky slowly turns blue
Waiting for the exhale
Love the tenderness of this poem, and all the questions posed. The idea of the daffodils’ “yellow kindness” really got me.
Your questions intrigue me, your beginning is right on, and I also bend toward the light
I really loved the first question about kindness as that is something I’ve been wondering lately.
I’m grateful that you came back to it in the last stanza. I need to try harder to bow towards the light.
Yes! Reading selections as an end-of-year treat to myself. “Bow towards the light” is potent in December.
Wonderful moments here — the visit from the bird, the sign for kindness, the loose sense of doubt and hope throughout.