a ɼequiem for ɭove ɭetters


June 23 by The Running Son


First Love Letter by EMILIE HALPERN 2008 C-Print 8 x 10 click4source


a ɼequiem for ɭove ɭetters



It’s been almost 20 years ago
since I last wrote a love note.
I’ve fast learned to trash pads
and download the app for that.

I think Apple happened, Macintosh.
Then Microsoft changed all oft-
used universal ways. Days
of quilling third draft throwaways

were numbered: paper airplanes,
ink happy faces, trading glances
and handing off pocket folded notes
to someone, like you, between classes.




by Jim Aldrich (:

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

8 thoughts on “a ɼequiem for ɭove ɭetters

  1. francesclarke07 says:

    I used to write letters to my Grandma before she past away, and now when I get them out and read them in her hand I feel so close to her. I would never get that same feeling from an email…
    loved your poem!

  2. Ar Vhee says:

    Reblogged this on met.arvhee.noia and commented:
    A truly beautiful poem, there’s nothing like a personal touch to someone you love. Reminds me of the letters I had and kept in a box for years.. 🙂

  3. Eva PoeteX says:

    A great piece!

    I just wrote a love letter the other night to someone. One I will probably never send. Us people count too much on technology. Actually taking the time to WRITE what you feel with your hands speaks volumes. Guess flirtatious texts and fb messages are the new “love letter”. :/

    • You said it. It adds a few extra dimensions to the overall experience of receiving it, I think. “flirtatious texts”– good name for a girl-band haha

  4. Oloriel says:

    Wonderfully written, but very sad to read. It is sad to me that the times of written notes and letters, self made envelopes, are clinging on a thin thread.

    • I have since thought: when written, sealed and mailed as letters were for a couple hundred years, what an impact that letter will have on the receiver!

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