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Dear Stranger,
You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on.
I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most, it baffles some of my friends sometimes. I wonder, do you like to read? I have the tiniest tattoo I've ever seen, it's a tiny fairy on my ankle, but you can't see her unless you're looking for her and know where to look...like a real fairy, they're good at hiding too you know. I saw a fairy once. She was hiding behind the strawberries in my garden. I think she liked how they looked and tasted, because I found a few stems underneath the bushes where she had been, and a solitary strawberry among them with a few tiny nibbles missing.
So, my dear stranger, would you like to stop being strangers? I'll be at the coffee shop every tomorrow in the foreseeable future. Same time, same place? I'm the one with the amber eyes and café au lait skin.
Coffee?
A stranger.
You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on.
I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most, it baffles some of my friends sometimes. I wonder, do you like to read? I have the tiniest tattoo I've ever seen, it's a tiny fairy on my ankle, but you can't see her unless you're looking for her and know where to look...like a real fairy, they're good at hiding too you know. I saw a fairy once. She was hiding behind the strawberries in my garden. I think she liked how they looked and tasted, because I found a few stems underneath the bushes where she had been, and a solitary strawberry among them with a few tiny nibbles missing.
So, my dear stranger, would you like to stop being strangers? I'll be at the coffee shop every tomorrow in the foreseeable future. Same time, same place? I'm the one with the amber eyes and café au lait skin.
Coffee?
A stranger.
Literature
Tea in the Rain
Lets drink tea in the rain,
As the silver trails of steam are teased
And pulled in circles by the wind;
With water gently sifting through our hair
And the lush trees dancing;
Branches coaxed to sway with a gentle grasp
Of the breeze.
Lets play hide and seek with the sun
And sit under an umbrella
Of fresh leaves and lime.
Discover exotic animals
In the pungent orange illusions
Of the huddled bougainvillea flowers.
Lets drink tea in the rain,
To feel the warmth
And the kiss of sugar
On our tongues -
And in our hearts.
Literature
One Way Ticket
I have always known that I will die on a train.
I used to wait for Death at the railroad tracks. Some days I would kick off my shoes and balance on the rails. Other days I would lie on the tracks and count the stars. He never came for me, but it's okay – I understand.
I saw him once through the window of a passenger train, scythe leaning against the glass. He was reading the newspaper. He glanced up long enough to see me waving and offered a nod in return. I watched him go as long as I could, until the last car was a dot on the sun, and I finally turned away to find summer was now autumn and my shoes were full of dust.
I crunched my t
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leavetaking
i.
the world is brighter where
dregs of strangers' revels remain --
i keep this half-light for my own.
ii.
i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smoke
cliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lip
of my wayward
hello.(i know you're there before you do.)
iii.
your night is told in
patchouli-pulse wanders; mine,
in whorls of liqueur-breath. come
close and i'll find the warp
through the weft, the trails telling tales
in synaesthesia --
Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.
iv.
(-- closer, find syllables strewn
in an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat-
ful of careless farewells, spin and sway
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2011.05.11
This was written for #Letters-To-Myself's writing prompt, Letters to…a stranger.
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I support #dALinkSystem!
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'Haikus speak for themselves' by !lonealphawolf
Also: Not a love story by ~ElaineRose
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An Observation by *pseudometry - {critique}
Is the tone of the letter alright, do you think?
Just out of curiosity, do you like my title?
How are the descriptions, thin on the ground though they may be.
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::EDIT::
2011.07.31
*Miss-S-Bird gave me my third DLD! Here's the article.
And this is what she said:
A playful light-hearted letter,
this is a lovely take on the genre.
The details of the writer seem randomly
chosen, but work to create a fascinating
personality. A piece to make you hope in
a happy future.
This was written for #Letters-To-Myself's writing prompt, Letters to…a stranger.
--------------------------------------------------
I support #dALinkSystem!
:thumb207758507:
'Haikus speak for themselves' by !lonealphawolf
Also: Not a love story by ~ElaineRose
--------------------------------------------------
An Observation by *pseudometry - {critique}
Is the tone of the letter alright, do you think?Just out of curiosity, do you like my title?How are the descriptions, thin on the ground though they may be.--------------------------------------------------
::EDIT::
2011.07.31
*Miss-S-Bird gave me my third DLD! Here's the article.
And this is what she said:
A playful light-hearted letter,
this is a lovely take on the genre.
The details of the writer seem randomly
chosen, but work to create a fascinating
personality. A piece to make you hope in
a happy future.
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" title="theWrittenRevolution"/>I think writing a piece that is structured as a letter to a stranger is very interesting. I really like that. I also really like the small, seemingly insignificant details that you chose to reveal in the piece. They offer a lot of insight into your personality, such as that you are open-minded and maybe have a great imagination. I like the way you describe yourself at the end, as well. It's very beautiful.
As for the tone, it seems one of quiet curiosity and friendliness, sort of like a shy girl holding a hand out to a prospective friend with her head ducked in slight embarrassment. I really like that as well.
The descriptions are a little few and far between. They are there, but they are subtle. I'm a bit of an imagery junkie, and I think this piece could really be absolutely fantastic if there was a little more of it. But that's just my opinion, and I do really like it. I would just like it more if you took it a little further.
And you're title is excellent. I'm a huge fan of titles that hold meaning that is but implied in the poem.