Classic poem of the day
Old-fashioned letters! How good they were!
And nobody writes them now;
Never at all comes in the scrawl
On the written pages which told us all
The news of town and the folks we knew,
And what they had done or were going to do.
It seems we've forgotten how
To spend an hour with our pen in hand
To write in the language we understand.
Old-fashioned letters we used to get
And ponder each fond line o'er;
The glad words rolled like run......
Member poem of the day
Oh marvellous waves of blue and green
You who have let your colours bleed
Inside an oyster’s shell
Forming the nacreous iridescence
That imbues that tiny seed
Of pain, hurt and misery
With a luminescence
Soft as tears
And fluid as satin
The one they call a pearl.
For how many centuries have you sung
Your siren songs to divers
And sent your whispering promises
Hidden inside conch shells
To the pearl merchants......
