November letter (again)

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Dear beloved,

I sit down to write
imagining birdsong, surf and your
silhouette nuzzled by twilight.

I dreamt tonight about
your hands, the scent you left
and woke up alone.

Nightmares have ceased
it is daylight I dread;
so winter darkness appeases.

I walked to the sea
last night; to that beach, lost
sand adrift in the ocean.

The gale took also the pear-tree;
a blessing for me as its taste
reminds me of falsehood.

I heard that life in your city
is frenzied not sluggish like here,
but don’t you miss silence?

I do not expect you to answer,
since most likely for you,
I am your past, the shadow of dusk,

But in case that you do
I still walk every day past the mailbox
just in case, just in case.

Forever or not?
—

Picture created by Bing AI

Today at dVerse poetics Punam hosts and asks us to write a letter poem. I imagined this to be written by hand, a skill I have forgotten (if I was ever any good at it)

November 21, 2023

36 responses to “November letter (again)”

  2. I also like how the image has the active sitting and writing and then it ends with the idea of walking past the mailbox – and you feel the full circle here

  3. You create very evocative images of heartbreak and longing in this beautiful letter. I especially love the way you end it. Thanks for joining in, Björn.
    The AI image is too good!

  4. The personal details conjured by memory and landscape, the imagining of what it must be like where the beloved is, makes the longing all the more palpable. I admire your skill with AI art. Captures the mood of the poem nicely.

  5. Oh this has a wistful and reflective vibe. Such a great blend of written letter and poetry. Especially love the imagery of this stanza…”I do not expect you to answer,
    since most likely for you,
    I am your past, the shadow of dusk”

  11. The AI art is perfection. The letter you penned is breathtaking, any woman would melt, would answer. Yes, continue your walks to the mailbox.

  19. I have never agreed with Edith Piaf on the subject of not having regrets – a life without any regrets, is I suspect, a life lived too timourously and especially when it comes to relationships and friendships, we are none of us skilled enough at the outset, to avoid letting someone slip away, or perhaps, sometimes their lives are incompatible for whatever reason. You sum up the poignancy of regret perfectly Björn – and its corollary – irrational but inextinguishable hope…

  20. The longing is near and real to the reader. And tge movement from sitting down to write to standing abd going out for a walk; makes your letter come alive.
    Nice one Björn. Luv your created AI inage as well.

    Much🖤love

  21. I think we all walk past a mailbox of some sort everyday, hoping for something that may not come… some things just burn forever. So right. And especially liked: The gale took also the pear-tree; / a blessing for me as its taste /reminds me of falsehood.

  25. This is beautiful. I love it. ♡

    Of course you know this part makes me imagine a touch of a vampire story:
    “Nightmares have ceased
    it is daylight I dread”

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