The unsent letter- poetry

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Where did the time go?

Like an unsent letter, hidden away in my brown winter overcoat

Days drift into months, months drift into years, the letter opened repeatedly, scribbling, " I miss you. "

Just a friendly added postnote

The envelope color has faded and yellowed

The seal unsealable, too many added postnotes, too many unfulfilled wishes,

but as I read the many updates, I'm amused and happy to see I've mellowed

Winter days pass so slowly as I watch the postman pass by my mailbox, thinking again of the words written so many years ago

Invariably I'm wondering

" Where did the time go? "

Autum is upon us once again, soon the days will turn crispy and bitterly cold

I'll be needing my winter overcoat

To shield me as I watch another winter unfold.

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Nell Rose 2 years ago from England

Beautiful poem Ruby, and so true, I often wonder how those years go by so quickly, and I also found an old diary of mine from 1991, was it me? how could I be so different? carefree, fun nothing to worry about, and young, oh so darn young! lol!


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The Examiner-1 2 years ago

What a charming poem Ruby. Love letters hit us in two places -- the heart and the mind. These reached a third place - the bones - they have the chill of winter. I voted this up, shared and pinned it.

Kevin


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suzettenaples 2 years ago from Taos, NM

Yes, wonderful poem. The years wiz by quickly. Lovely images you create in this poem.


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

A simple but wonderful poem Ruby. Comparing Autumn with an unsent letter...perfect.


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Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

Oh, how beautiful, Ruby! This is a superb poem. Time certainly flies by so quickly. I cannot believe it is October! Your unsent letter is very powerful coupled with the change of seasons, as is life.

God bless.


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mckbirdbks 2 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Ruby, what elegance you have spun. So many things unsaid, and so little time as 'the days will turn crispy and bitterly cold'


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

Kind of sad.. but beautiful at the same time.. I love the quiet noise your words bring out in this poem...


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Shyron E Shenko 2 years ago

Ruby, this is just beautiful and touching. I hope all is well with you.

Is it true, when I write so many things I write about are from true things that happened.

Blessings dear friend.

Shyron


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DDE 2 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

So beautifully thought of. Your words are soundly to the heart.


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Colleen Swan 2 years ago from County Durham

Loved it. Even the title enticed one to want to know more.


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starstream 2 years ago from Northern California

Most of us have at least one unsent letter like this one. Yes, life passes quickly as we become so busy at living. Let's be thankful for the chance to live our best day today.


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btrbell 2 years ago from Mesa, AZ

Beautiful analogy and sentiment. It is so nostalgic when we reread our past. You expressed it so well! All I ever find in my pockets are used Kleenex! Up+


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manatita44 2 years ago from london

Extremely beautiful, Ruby. In fact this one was awesome! Voted up!

I still have a letter from 1980. I was a little below par and was in a naturopathic Centre. It is a letter given to me by Pauline Crump. I haven't been able to find her since. It is an extremely beautiful letter expressing that the elevation of Consciousness, is the only way to heal the Form. I did not know this then, but I felt the love she sent me intuitively. Much Peace this Sunday, my loving Friend.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Nell. Time passes so quickly, more so when we age. I remember when I was eighteen I couldn't wait to turn twenty one. I thought life was passing so slowly, now, whiz whiz whiz. Thank's for coming by...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Kevin. To say that you felt this piece in your bones is awesome. Thank you, I'm thrilled you were moved..Oh and thank you for pinning and sharing.


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billybuc 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

Ruby, in my head, I'm twenty-one. As long as I stay away from mirrors, I can still believe that. :) Lovely poem my friend.


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Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I loved the metaphors in this beautiful poem, Ruby. Seasons pass by in the measure of time in our lives. What we have meant to do, like sending that letter; we amend with each passing season. We look upon the unsent letter with different perspectives as we grow older. Before we know it, winter arrives. “Life…doesn’t it go by in a blink.” (I wish I could remember where I heard that.) I think this is some of your best work, Ruby! Voted up and shared.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello suzettenaples. Thank you for the lovely image comment, glad you enjoyed...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello John. I must admit, I get a little bit melancholy when winter is approaching. Thank you for the perfect comment...


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lisavanvorst 2 years ago from New Jersey

Beautiful and you captured the moment perfectly. I could pictures the visualization of your words in my mind. Great hub!


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Theresa. You are spot on with your comment about time passing and I'm not ready for winter to arrive. I'm happy you thought my poem was powerful. Thank you so much..God Bless..


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Mike. I love your comment, it has a touch of poetry. I don't think I need to tell you that winter is not my favorite time of year. Burr! Thank you my friend...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Frank. Quiet noise is an extraordinary critique for this piece. Thank you so much...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Shyron. No it didn't happen. I visit a site, ' creative writing.com ' and they send me prompts to write from. This week they sent several, one being, ' unsent letter ' It just seemed to jump off the page. I really don't know where the overcoat took over. I always write with my heart. I place myself in everything I write, I felt her anguish. I'm so glad you thought it was touching. Thank you so much. You are a Dear friend...


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Vellur 2 years ago from Dubai

A beautiful poem, time flies.


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saddlerider1 2 years ago

Tis the season for change upon us, summer leaves turning color, falling to the ground overnight. The winds howling and stirring the leaves upon the ground, the crunch of leaves underfoot and then the first signs of winter frost, scraping windshields in parts of the world, leads to winter. This is a very visual poem Ruby, one of your best, I loved it. I just finished a poem I posted here called "Letter Box" has some similar and familiar tones to it and goes hand in hand with those cherished letters that some of us hang onto for reflection. Hugs


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sharonchristy 2 years ago from India

I was very delighted to read your poetry. It was quaint and gently nostalgic. It reminded me of Nicholas Spark's Notebook so thank you so much for that beautiful poem.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Shyron, I gave you the wrong name for the site, it's called ' creative writing now. ' I sent you an email with some of the prompts.. Hugs.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello DDE. Your comments are from the heart and I love seeing you on my page. Thank you...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Colleen. I'm glad you were encouraged to read from the title. Thank you. Happy to see you...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello starstream. I wonder just how many have that special letter that was never sent? Yes, I agree, live our best each day. Thank you.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello btrbell. I'm afraid in reality that's what you'll find in my pockets too. Hee..Thank you..


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello manatita. Speaking of old letters, I found some letters written by my sisters, Bea and Ava who have passed away. They are just simple poems, but they are precious to me. Ava was very sentimental and I was aware that she wrote poetry, but not Bea. She was a no-nonsense woman who was very serious, so when I found her poems I was elated. Thank you for sharing your story about your love letter...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Bill. Aha the telling old mirrors, especially the magnified ones. Grrr. Thank you for your lovely poem comment...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Genna. " We amend with each passing season " I love that and it's very true. I don't know where that old cliche comes from either. ( Blink ) That's very true too. I'm thrilled you think this is one of my best, funny how poetry takes form, unexplainable. Thank you. Hugs..


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello lisavanvorst. Thank you for thinking I captured the moment perfectly. Quite a compliment and I am pleased you think so. Always nice to see you....


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Vellur. Yes, time flies much too fast when we get older. When we were young it seemed to creep. Ha. Thank you..


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Vincent. It is so good to see you writing back on HP. I missed your beautiful poetry. I just now read your poem about the mailbox and dearly loved it. While reading it, I thought of all the letters sent to loved ones, the pain and sorrow but the happiness too. We don't write letters anymore, emails rule the day. Thank you my dear poet friend....


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello sharonchristy. Gently nostalgic is a sweet comment. Thank you. I am pleased you thought so. Happy to see you again..


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annart 2 years ago from SW England

Lovely! There are so many 'ifs' in life that we all wonder what would have happened if we'd sent this or said that. Life goes on....

Ann


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annart 2 years ago from SW England

Lovely! There are so many 'ifs' in life that we all wonder what would have happened if we'd sent this or said that. Life goes on....

Ann


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shanmarie 2 years ago from Texas

How beautiful, but sad too.


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tobusiness 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Ruby, I read this yesterday but I didn't get a chance to leave a comment. A beautiful poem. I loved how you used the old faded unsent letter with missed chances, the passage of time and reflection on what might have been. Yes, this is one of your best. Well done.


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bravewarrior 2 years ago from Central Florida

Beautiful, Ruby and so true. Time slips by so quickly.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Ann. True statement indeed. Life goes on no matter how many ifs. Thank's for coming by...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello shanmarie. Thank you for the beautiful comment. It is sad, i'm glad it's fiction. I let my imagination run with the words, ' unsent letter. '


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Jo. I wrote this piece from a prompt sent to me from 'creative now. ' I really enjoy writing from prompts/challenges. I'm glad you enjoyed. Thank you...


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Shauna. ' Ain't it funny how time slips away? ' I couldn't resist that, one of my favorite George Jones songs. Thank you for a beautiful comment...


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AudreyHowitt 2 years ago from California

Beautiful and touching piece Ruby!


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Audrey, I'm happy you thought this piece was touching. Thank you so much...


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tillsontitan 2 years ago from New York

Time and love letters, a beautiful and haunting combination. We remember the past and sometimes in thinking realize how quickly its gone by. This is a perfect example.

Voted up, awesome, and interesting.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

A simply charming poem. Passing this on.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello tillsontitan. Thank you. So happy you enjoyed..


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Rasma. Thank you for a charming comment and sharing....


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Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

A great poem Ruby and how wonderful to be back here again after my break away. Voted up and shared.

Lots of love from my little corner of Wales.

Eddy.


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Eddy, so good to see you again. Happy you are back among us. Hugs my friend...


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marcoujor 2 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

Dear Ruby,

I read this haunting and tender poem and randy Andy distracted me (again... ) from commenting!

Your latest drew me back in the blink of an eye... and you are on a creative and beautiful roll, dear girlfriend. Love and hugs, mar


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vocalcoach 2 years ago from Nashville Tn.

Ketty Lester performing the song "Love Letters" completely absorbed me. The perfect compliment to your beautiful and very touching poem. Votes all across and sharing.


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ahorseback 2 years ago

And as your delicate hand reaches into the

mailbox and grasps the letter

From the other end of it my hand

touches yours knowing better

Seems there's a new envelope and

in it aother note

"you never returned my message"

the one that I wrote

So I'll just hold you close both our hands

in your mailbox

Until one of us says okay uncle

and the other one talks

we'll catch up on all our yesterdays

and promise of tomorrows

we'll smile and remember

then forget all our sorrows

I sure do hope though that spring comes this

way early

If spring doesn't come and I don't let go

you'll get kind of surly


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Mar, I'm so sorry for being late. I just saw this now. Thank you. I'm happy you enjoyed....


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Audrey. I'm glad you enjoyed the video. Thank you for sharing....


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Ed. This is a clasic to be read again. Geez, I hope it stays warm, our hands will get cold. lol..Thank you much. Now I wonder if I could write about the two hands forever locked in the mailbox? such fun...Thank you my friend..


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ahorseback 2 years ago

Go ahead Ruby , Your up for it !LOL


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Ed.....

As I reached inside my mailbox to send a letter I've kept hidden for many years

A hand touched my hand, interlocking our fingers, flooding me with fear

Suddenly the hand whispered, " Please don't send the letter, telling me goodby

I've lived on our memories and will until the day I die "

His hand felt so gentle and a bit weather worn

It's been years since he left me alone and miserably torn

My hand is beginning to feel numb

I can't believe I'm writing this, boy do I feel dumb!

Your hand slowly opens as you see it's best

I think I'll go put lotion on it and let it rest

I'm sure our hand's will remember this unbelievable tale

It ' ain't ' gonna win ' no prize, in fact, I'm gonna quit rhyming and take a sip of ale.

Hee.lol HaHa


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ahorseback 2 years ago

Yeeeeaaaaaa ! You done it , I share that beer , it'll be hard holding hands though !LOL


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ahorseback 2 years ago

Of course , I can't wait to hear what people say driving by , one on each side of the mail box ,our hands inside , staring at each other , people talk you know !


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois Author

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.. I'm sure they will send the white coats to lock us up, the old busy bodies! lol


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PegCole17 21 months ago from Dallas, Texas

Ruby, this was so sweet and sentimental. I wonder how many letters we write that never get mailed, sometimes for the better. You've captured this feeling so beautifully in your poem.


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always exploring 21 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Peg. I will bet that most people have written an unsent letter sometime in their lifetime. And yes, for the better probably. Thank you for a beautiful comment..


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cam8510 21 months ago from Columbus, Georgia until the end of November 2016.

"The envelope color has faded and yellowed," as time and autumn leaves fade as well. Beautiful, Ruby.


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always exploring 21 months ago from Southern Illinois Author

Hello Cam. This piece seems to have taken on a new life. Thank you for a beautiful comment...

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    I am a writer of poetry and fiction. I especially love flash fiction. My name is Ruby, and I live in Southern Illinois. I am a retired R.N.



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