Four blocks walk box keypocketed anticipationis a funny thing remindingme of my feet. Sullennessdissipates step by stepdaylight brightening inproximity with letterboxlineup. Endless containersbills circulars contentsof the heart yoursadorned x & o partygirl lacking context losesmeaning in early years.It was the eighties after alleveryone walked on sunshine.
Sharing on The Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden.
Shall we call you "Sunshine" now? I still remember those 80's, and 70's and 60's and 50's very well. I cherish them now, thank you for your female insight. You are also reminding me of my MIL, she made that painful trip daily with her walker. She died at age 89 in 2007.
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I love Laurie's cat drawing. He's cute, cunning, smart, playful, and so very lovable.
DeleteIsn't it great? I'm glad you clicked through... didn't post because of copyright concerns. So great though!
DeleteI still check my letterbox - sometimes I am lucky enough to receive letters and gifts from afar, signed with xo
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If only there were more love and xo around the world. XO to you!
DeleteI think the poem may reflect your age In life as much as the age of the age but super charming and the sunniness comes through! Thanks, can use a little lightness! K.
ReplyDeleteMy kids don't know the joy of the mailbox... I remember the sunshine as I was a kid in the 80's. Perhaps it is because as kids we have the summer free?
ReplyDeleteOkay! Katrina and the Waves had me walking on Sunshine back then too! Tell me, did you ever get fancy with your mailing envelopes like we did, by pasting on magazine scraps like a collage? It made for one personal, artistic letter. A heavy one at that:) Extra postage for those x's & o letters.
ReplyDeleteWistful without the crankiness or syrup that nostalgia can bring. Fine piece that hits the right notes and has the tone down just so.
ReplyDeleteits so depressing when only bills pop up
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much love...
I think my mailbox is only filled with bills, and even those are gone soon, and goes directly to my bank... Yet a mailbox we have.
ReplyDeleteNothing beats an unexpected, scented love letter in your beloved's handwriting.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thought we were all turning Japanese ... Syntax here is like jagged lockworks to get to that letter from the past. Yesterday I drove home thinking of spring days back before all the freight ... like walking on sunshine.
ReplyDeleteA few months ago, a few friends and I decided to send each other handwritten letters, just to relive the olden days with the walks to the mailbox and everything. Your poem is nostalgic and beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThe mailbox is still there but not awaited for, unlike before. It was the slow conduit prior to the advent of the handphone. Btw Hank replied on your query to Hank's blog. A copy is extended below:
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http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/what-is-blogging-from-to-z.html
Hank
I remember the excitement of notes, especially love letters, in the mail. Yep, it was a whole lot like walking on sunshine!
ReplyDeleteIt is so depressing to go to the mailbox and find nothing but junk. I send out notes once in a while. I should do it more often. Add some sunshine to that mailbox walk.
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