Epistle

A poem of communication

Drop me an epistle,
if it’s only a one-liner,
put it down in black and white,
nothing could be finer.

Mysterious doors are opened,
by simple correspondence,
my heart moves up a beat,
it’s a cure for despondence.

A magical connection,
when written in a letter,
an email or a card,
no greeting could be better.

A simple way of saying,
you and I have a connection,
the way to communicate,
a mirror in reflection.

Ignore it or put it aside,
the moment may be lost,
and who can count the penalty,
or the final cost.

It’s a universal elixir,
bound to lift the atmosphere,
and move me from the doldrums,
into the stratosphere.

So, please drop me a note,
you can be sure that I’ll respond,
and we can build affinity,
and a special bond.

It’s easy and so breezy,
bound to brighten up our day,
an epistle in the mail,
from a friend faraway.

©

David Rudder
13th July 2020

Thank you for reading.