I remember
all the warmth
I siphoned
from your words
from the passion,
and the promises
of yours,
maybe I believed or maybe
I pretended that
your writing wasn’t lies,
but still, I may be warm
from letter-lies
while turning paper
into ash.
A second Quadrille for De at dVerse.
March 21, 2022
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 
“letter-lies” is a perfect name for them. written talk is so danged cheap. I like how you shifted the warmth, yet it still feels like cold comfort.
Oh, those last lines! “letter-lies”!!! LOVE.
Another fine poem.
Definitely relate as so many others have to “letter-lies.” Add to that “text-lies” and more. Fantastic poem though sad in its composure. Well done. 😉
You are on a roll 2 for today. Will burning the words to ash bring comfort?
At least the paper has a practical use if the words prove false!
Björn – I love how you actually got me to imagine the ending before I read it! Wonderful 🙂
-David
Oh, this is wonderful … the art you chose enhances the poetry perfectly.
Turning those letter-lies into ashes provides no warmth.
I like this and the clever way you ended.
The denouement of those lines was superb, right from the first..
shizam, glad he found a use for them …. great writing!