Five Days of Poetry — Day 4

Blowing In The Wind

The Valentine's Day Card

down the length
of a tattered postcard
he writes words
of love
not words he has
memorized and
not words he is
even used to writing
but words that flow
from his heart
and meet at some
synaptic station in his mind
where for a moment
they hesitate
like confused travellers
boarding the midnight train
and then in a flurry
of last minute excitement
the words rush through his veins
and out to his rough right hand
down through his fingertips
into the pen he holds
where his blood-red life
turns to the blue ink
forming fluid patterns
that swish and swirl
across the card
and leave just this
his Valentine's wish
a stuttering scribble of
i love you's
and uneven doodles
of almost boy-silly hearts and arrows
which immortalize the moment
until he wonders
if that is enough
then smiles the warmest smile
as he holds the card
up to the gusting west wind
and lets go