03 April 2014

No Delete

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I remember words,
Weighted, and hefty.
Paper to touch.
Ink to dry.
Mallets to smash
Every letter
Permanent in place.

I remember the serrated edge
Of a stamp,
Its sticky back.
I remember the postman’s name.
I remember a time
When you can’t
Take it back.
No delete.


Day three. This is submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and a prompt about letters, stamps, mailboxes, or letter carriers.  

17 comments:

  1. I remember this time too, most fondly. Even now, nothing beats a letter in someone's own handwriting. Your final lines are very true, there was no taking back what was said in a letter.

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  2. So true! I remember all that too, as well as the mail being delivered to our house TWICE a day! I wonder what people will look back on when they have no letters tucked away in a shoebox? Print outs of emails? Just not the same.

    Glad to see your name back in the blog world!

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  3. No delete--what a great take on my challenge. Thanks for being part of it!

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    1. Thank you for such a great challenge.

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  4. yeah...it was almost like words of mouth----no delete..ah those days---sigh..the poem has a powerful ending..

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  5. Yes, you bring that time to life, when things came and went between us that could not be deleted--though they could be burned. Your specifics make this poem very real.

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  6. Nice. You make all those memories solid and substantial. I can feel and hear and taste them.

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  7. Memories, good ones. We have a great postman named "Chip" ... He waves and says hello wherever he goes! Never want that personal touch deleted! Smiles.

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  8. I really like those closing lines!

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  9. Yes, this permanent ink can stain and trample one's heart. Powerfully written!

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  10. I just wish i had some of those thousands of typewritten letters now......full of mistakes "corrected" with that yellow paper you had to insert and back space and type over........my typewriter lost two keys and I had to go back and fill in the missing letters by hand....a thing of beauty they were not!

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    1. Typing was such a physical process, a compared to keyboarding. The whole process gave it more (or at least different) meaning.

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  11. I remember too and saved those from my husband 40 plus years ago!

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  12. Yes, I remember those days...I try as much as possible to send letters and notes...There is just something about going to the mail box and finding a handwritten letter.

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  13. Thank you all for visiting and for your comments!

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  14. no delete… yes, and all the memories of a letter! I do adore the modern mode of communication - The dear friends I have been able to stay in touch with and my children may not appreciate my "instant" access into their lives all the time (ha ha) BUT the excitement and treasure of a real letter - yes, there really IS something special about the ink stained word.

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