Poetry: Letters of Redemption

etched in emerald ink upon a page as white as snow in morning
the grim letter arrives with all the fanfare of a new year’s warning

the glue that binds the sins to secrets parts under knife in sweet relief
discharged from burdens that it bore across the sky and land beneath

and from within an envelope left torn and crinkled by its passage
emerges a tri-folded paper that contains your whole life’s baggage

decades’ worth of ash and dirt distilled by pressure into tea
bitter as the tainted words that dwell in once fond memories

so at first, you hesitate, unsure you want to hear the lines
written by the palest scars of a love whose sharp edge you defined

but you are old and you are gray, hard of hearing but not heart
the fires in your youthful soul now quelled by wisdom’s subtle arts

you recognize the follies of a childhood lived in blindness,
have long replaced your callous skin with the smooth veneer of kindness

and knowing you deserve reproach for missteps whose wounds still ache
you unfold the letter true and peruse the notice of your fate

only to find the terms within do not offer spade and casket
but rather an atonement song that requires nothing drastic

all you have to do is pluck your honest pen from half-dried ink
and scrawl in letters faint and jagged the whole of what you truly think

you grasp this offer by the blood, knowing your old ghosts demand
a clearing of the clouded air on which they built their reprimands

slipping paper from your docket, pen from inkwell, thoughts from dust
you craft apologies that span the storied life and death of trust

and from your lips onto the page spills a hope you’ve longed to mention:
that this will be the first of many heartfelt letters of redemption

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Toni Spencer
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Toni Spencer

An amazing poem. It tugs at the heart in the most satisfying of ways.

Glenn Buttkus
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Glenn Buttkus

You had me at /hard of hearing, but not heart/. Those of us actually in the winter of our lives can relate to the message in your piece, and the wisdom beyond your years. Redemption smacks of guilt, and I have worked hard for decades to keep that to a minimum.

Merril D Smith
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Beautiful Poem, like an extra long sonnet. (Sorry, I don’t know why this is coming out in all Caps.)
“but you are old and you are gray, hard of hearing but not heart
the fires in your youthful soul now quelled by wisdom’s subtle arts”

Sanaa Rizvi
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This is incredibly exquisite! ❤️ Especially love and resonate with; “so at first, you hesitate, unsure you want to hear the lines written by the palest scars of a love whose sharp edge you defined but you are old and you are gray, hard of hearing but not heart.” 🙂

Arcadia Maria
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Great poem. Enjoyable read.

robtkistner
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This is a perfect, beautiful poem, a sublime creation. I love it – but there is more than that in my celebration of your masterwork here. I am drawn to the better work of other poets, find joy in reading it, reveling in our shared affection for crafting it, as fellow poets. But occasionally I come upon a poem that soars so high, as to appear beyond my reach of ever equaling it. It fills me with abject admiration, but I am less to admit that it makes me a little jealous at times. I’m feeling a bit green right… Read more »

Mish
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Oh how our perspectives can change with age. The rhyme flows naturally. A beautiful write.

Ken Gierke / rivrvlogr
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My comment should read:
“bitter as the tainted words that dwell in once fond memories” / “a clearing of the clouded air on which they built their reprimands”
– hopefully a delicate balance

Oloriel
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Beautiful poem, I love the way in which you make the rhymes roll of and create a heartfelt tale.