“The Last Love Letter”

This poem is the result of an inspiration that struck me, all of a sudden. The media attached was the first glimmer of that inspiration. Unfortunately, I don’t know whose artwork is this. Anyhow, Second and the clear hint of inspiration that hit me to write this poem was a news article published on 15 Jan, 2014 in The Telegraph.  It was about those love letters written during First World War from the trenches. The letter written by Gunner Wilfred Cove to his wife Ethel Cove caught my attention and then this poem happened. He wrote the letter to assure his wife that soon he would joing her & their daughters but he died while fighting. However, the details given are poetic expressions to better explain the situation.

Leaning mutely on a discoloured wall of her battered room

Pallid, mourning, she was a living picture of imploding doom

Another evening befalls, says, lone window of her room ajar

Heralding disquiet, moonshine and whiffs of smoke from afar

Web of loneliness coiled around her heart is a sadist tyrant

Volley of anguish wrecking her equanimity is rashly violent

She feels, at that moment, time has stalled its foward march

Goddess of despair has unleashed the torrent of thoughts harsh

Rereading his last love letter summons the devils of ravaging pain

Blaze of gloom melds her inwardly yet her eyes constantly rain

Tragedy has seized the reins, made the letter last memory of love

Fall surmounted ascent, adversity befell from the heavens above

For their affections deep; distance was, once, a scary alien pit

Tacitly transformed into a daily apocalypse, tearing bit by bit

Wounded and woebegone, she reminisced their glorious time together

Evening Tea, Night walks, Morning kisses with those smiles tender

In the trance of merry days, touching the creased paper, wishfully

Cajoling lost happiness, she whispers to her heart, somberly

“The touch of his fingers still breathing in every word, steadily..

The rich husk of his voice still booming in sentences, rhythmically..

His scent still turns alive when my lips caress endearments, dearly..

His face still peeks from every promise of returning back, sincerely..

How these fading words of the last love letter be turned into my reality?

How the unkind wheels of time be reversed to rewrite the killer destiny?

How the wretced trap of death be undone to erase the undue cruelty?

How my slowly withering soul be united to his departed soul till eternity?”

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4 thoughts on ““The Last Love Letter”

  1. “Another evening befalls, says, lone window of her room ajar
    Heralding disquiet, moonshine and whiffs of smoke from afar
    Wounded and woebegone, she reminisced their glorious time together
    Evening Tea, Night walks, Morning kisses with those smiles tender
    In the trance of merry days, touching the creased paper, wishfully
    Cajoling lost happiness, she whispers to her heart, somberly”

    Those mentioned above and that sub-poem, brilliant rhythm with touching imagery, an aura of yearning captured beautifully… 🙂

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