Love Letter ‘Mid Corona

I’m linking to Punam’s love poem, in gratitude for her constant encouragement…Love you, sister afar♥
https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2020/03/21/love-in-the-times-of-covid/

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She thought he was dead

Or had forgotten her

Then his letter came

Began with, “did we

Read ‘Love In the

Time of Cholera’

Together?”

As though interjecting

Thought midst a

Rolling conversation…

He wondered if she was well

If she’d married, had children.

Sounding shyly hopeful, he

Doubted she still had feelings

For him, said his heart had

Not emptied itself of her…

He remembered everything

About her from that last day

How trim she’d looked

In the straight lines of

Her stylish floral dress

Her dark hair which

Mimicked swaying palms

In perfumed breeze

And her eyes, full of pain

Fear, longing, disbelief

Perhaps regret having

Traveled to see him, wishful

Eyes black-lashed wells

Deep with anguish he’d

Not asked, nor

Discerned, the reason for

And how she’d trembled

Beneath tropical sun…

He acknowledged lingering

Ache that he’d let her leave

Asked if she had any desire

To write him again.

It must be a hoax, she

Thought, reading to the end

Yet she recognized his

Same bold-stroke signature

She’d clutched to her

Breast, decades ago…

How could he be alive, he’d

Been much older than she

It was too much to hope

In this panic, Corona’s

Rushing pandemic

That they might share

Second opportunity

For love’s dreams

With no possibility

Of circumventing

Barriers, quarantine.

Which would hurt more—

To ignore his request, or

Spill her heart for him

Again with pen, palsied

Hand’s anxious lines…and

Not see, touch, well-favored

Face memory ne’er discarded?

But surely Time had replaced

It with a stranger’s

Winter ghost…

Quandary quickened her pulse.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Backstairs of Time

Climbed backstairs of Time

Quest to solve myst’ries in mind

Light abyss, make shine

Torment’s hidden treasures rimed

Weep-soaked stones broken for rhyme

Steps askew…defined

Rifts…the Savior realigned

Prayers lift…line on line

Courage, commitment assigned

Faith which Past can’t undermine

Untangled by God Divine

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.

New Year, Old Hearts

After celebratory sounds subside

Fireworks, neighborhood festivity

We sit silent together, side by side

Words unneeded, thoughts woven intricately

We’ve watched calendar pages, wish-filled, waft

Bearing hopeful plans, and prayers aloft

While seasons of love in youth’s flight almost blur

Mem’ries, matched moments, embers linger

Our gnarled hands reach, as if on cue, your eyes

Speak timeless language in forget-me-not blue

We’ve lived sea’s tidal melody, constancy…

Another year and decade new

Two old hearts bound strong, e’er true

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.