A Letter To Me

A Letter To Me 

Innocent in it's creaminess lying there 

Packaged tightly in it's little square 

Neatly scribed in the darkest ink 

What could it say? it made me think!

All those I knew used electronic means, 

To get in touch, or so it seemed, 

Everything they used made some noise 

Phones buzzing or shrilling, impossible to avoid! 

But this novel missive sent to me, 

Posed something of a mystery  

Gingerly I fingered the little square, 

Still wondering stupidly, what's in there?

I tore the triangular seal apart 

Felt the quickening of my heart,

Words blurry on a creamy, milky sheet, 

Slowly formed till they were clear and neat, 

I slowly read what was on that page 

Words that will stay with me for an age, 

Words that are meant just for me 

So my letter will remain my mystery, 

 Submitted to ; Poetry Jam where the prompt was Letters

Seedling

Seedling 

There was a germ in my head, 

As I drifted to sleep, snuggled in my bed, 

A seed of an idea! 

Just a morsel, a thought, a nibble to inspire, 

Rhymes of times gone past 

A masterpiece that would last, 

In the minds of some, 

Something remembered for years to come, 

Contented sleep replaced my aspirations, 

A worm had infested and zapped my imagination, 

The seed consumed, macerated, banished 

Ideas empty, mental thoughts lacking, vanished !

So 

The paper stays dead !

All thoughts locked somewhere in my head, 

Deep, Deep down that seed is somewhere,

 It's survived !

Till then I stare at this blank space until I can rediscover it, 

Bring this blank dead paper some substance 

Bring it alive ! 

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Turn Back Time

Turn Back Time 

If I step back in time 

Way way back before my prime 

When the world was all mine 

Tiny, insular and undefined, 

My wild, unbridled imagination 

Turned even the norm into wonder and fascination, 

Autumnal stripped trees who were once wooded glades 

Suddenly turned to a landscape where aliens had to invade,

Those knotted roots that tripped and trapped, 

Made especially so them critters could watch how we'd adapt, 

Candy striped deck chairs upturned onto a lawn, 

Became my secret hideaway into many a dawn, 

Cars with bright lights, whizzing past, 

Were huge monster guzzling the landscape after a fast, 

Those tiny sparkling stars in the sky

Were angels watching me with their beady eyes, 

Gloomy graveyards with the resting dead 

Were definitely  places were all vampires fed, 

And those churches that loomed into the sky 

Were their dens where they practise to fly, 

My imagination is now in decline

I'm now way way past that sweet childhood time 

My world is here, now! and totally defined, 

Oh if we could just turn back time !

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