“Another drop in this week before Christmas” is a companion piece to “Without realising it the postman leaves a poem.” — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuill Books: In the Ocean: a year of poetry Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012
Today’s piece from the archive is “Without realising it, the postman left a poem.” It was a great delight last year when I composed this poem from the postman’s pre-Christmas visits. This year eight cards have made their way through the door, but I am still waiting for a verse. — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuillContinue reading “The postman leaves a poem”
I am very fond of this little poem from the archive. It outlines advice for letter writing, an activity that I so enjoy and of which I reckon I am one of the last remaining proponents. Many recipients of my correspondence have graciously sent back their pen-and-paper replies. In some instances, they have noted theContinue reading “Simply say, I am here at this place”
I must be one of the last humans who still writes letters and postcards. From the archive, a poem about completing a letter while standing on the pavement next to a local postbox. This poem is included in my book, Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys.
Something for you – heads the blue card This something is it a poem? a sonnet, a verse, an enveloped ode? Your item is a parcel. It could not be delivered. No-one was at home on this date 14. Dec at this time 1pm for the verse? No the itemContinue reading “Without realising it, the postman leaves a poem”
Simply say I am here at this place doing this thing, though I am writing to you. Look – something I have observed. You could add I miss you much or I wish you were here, because – note something we could share. Maybe you could sign off Best, Fondest regards, or All my loveContinue reading “It should not be polished”