Her letters..

Titian sunlight kissed her face, her music wooing the pristine moon.
She sings for the breeze, a letter to her love, miles apart that night;
Wishing she could visit, embrace him; oh, if only heaven was near.

Shared at One Shot and Poets Rally.

Image from HERE

© Leo 18/05/2011

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

160 thoughts on “Her letters..”

  7. **Sigh….How romantic and serene!
    But a suggestion…I somewhat felt the picture didn’t go well with the lines…Just a thought!
    The verses, as always, are mesmerizing!

    • @ Fiducia,

      Yeah, I see the point 🙂 Or atleast I think I did. I changed the image associated with the poem. This one fits more better I think.

      Glad you felt the verses romantic and serene 🙂

  8. Very beautiful, Vinu.. the old image was also good, this is fine too. Both have a sense of longing attached I guess. You’re back to form I think..! 🙂

  10. Ahhh…you just completely expressed what’s in my heart…:) Truly feeling a hopeless romantic… 🙂

    Loved your verses, so short yet so sweet and full of longings!

  12. ah you paint the scene beautiful…i can see her and hear her music, perhaps a bit mournful from being far from her love…nice one shot

    • @ Genebrother,

      Many thanks! I hope no love of yours has gone above. The feeling would be quite painful to bear I think!

    • @ Raivenne,

      I wish that wasn’t true, but love has that as an aftereffect for sure! Glad you liked it and found it beautiful 🙂

  37. 🙁
    Why it had to be so poignant?:(

    PS:Thank god my profile has a picture, else I would have been published as a gemoteric figure here:P

    • @ Rosie,

      This ain’t blogger, dear 😀 You need a gravatar, else you’re a figure 😉 a triangle to be exact. HAHAHA!
      And it was poignant? Oh dear.. a hug for my sister! 🙂

  39. Reminds me of the old tale of the “sailors wife” a young wife whos husband is lost to the sea and waits the rest of her life standing on a cliff facing the ocean for his return. very well done and its a pleasure to meet you. Look forward to future rallies though my submition last rally was stronger than this one I hope for greatiness in the future.
    Take care

    Shoeless

    • @ Shoeless Boy Wonder,

      Wow, that was something so true to relate my words to. Glad you loved it, a pleasure to meet you as well.

  42. This is beautifully sad, even haunting. The image is perfect for this piece.

    Words, especially ones spoken from love, can be the swetest music to the ear.

    Very well done!

    (Thanks for the nice comment over at my blog. Appreciate it.)

  51. Lovely poem. I went through and read several of your poems, and love the style of your writing and your lovely use of the written word. Wondering how to become a follower of your blog? (I did click on Send me site updates, am hoping that is how it works!)

    • @ Ginny,

      Thanks for going through, and liking my style 🙂 I’ve replied to you at your blog. Thanks for the interest in becoming my follower 🙂

  53. Romantic words cross eras and space,
    reminders meetings face to face,
    Never do such words fail to touch,
    For they are blank checks for loving much.
    Well written poem.

  56. I feel as though this poem was written for the way I feel tonight. It’s so lovely. Thank you!

  66. This is honey in words, smooth and sweet! If heaven is indeed a long way off, your words have brought it that much closer. Loved it!

  71. Beauty, in your words of nature and water (emotion) your pristine moon is clear calling from a female heart!
    Really liked the senses this evoked in one stanza!
    Cindy

  73. When I was in the desert I would grasp a handful of sand close to my mouth as I spoke the words I was sending to my love; as I finished speaking I would release the grains letting the wind carry them to her. It was an amazing experience I forgot until now.

    Beautiful writing; thank you for the reminder.

  74. Really enjoyed the way the image and your words coincided beautifully. I have difficulty, at times, to include brevity in my work. You did a wonderful job with that, saying so much in so few words. Thanks for sharing

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