Today Punam from dVerse Poets Pub throws down the gauntlet and picks up her own pen to demonstrate the dying, healing, convalescing art and craft of letter-writing.
She shares poems about letter-writing or in the form of letters. And I’m reminded of how “proper” letter-writing has been a bore, chore and even an “implore” for me, now fast turning into an impossibility as my dexterity has plummetted after I contacted Lyme’s disease in 2019.
Fortunately some of my friends still rejoice in sending handwritten letters to me, and a few can even decipher my scrawl enough to enjoy receiving my replies.
The following faithful doggerel can speak for itself of unarticulated intimacy and frustration between partners changing, and growing at different speeds, and is a labour-of-love-letter in its own way.
Literally love-hate
My dear, we can't negotiate
because you won't oblige
to join me at the table
of counsellor or sage.
you ply me with endearments;
seem not to understand
my lust for soul-connection,
for tendered lip and hand.
we fight like hungry siblings,
resent the other's strength;
and (voicing your behalf here)
we tire to talk at length.
our anger is a spectre;
a spectacle yours be
mine has me hurling plectra.
striking a pose - d'you see?
© Kathy Labrum McVittie 22 November 2023
PS on ‘plectra’ from SkillshareBlog
“The Latin word plectrum comes from the Greek plēktron, which means “something to strike with”—and that’s exactly what it is: a small flat object used to pluck or strum the strings of an instrument.
“Plectra (the plural of plectrum) are used to play the mandolin, guitar, bass guitar, banjo, oud, sitar, and many other stringed instruments. The main purpose of a plectrum is to protect the fingers and fingernails, as well as to produce a louder, brighter tone.”

A wonderful rhyming poetic letter. I am certain he hears you.
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Thank you Helen. He is beginning to listen …
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I hope it is possibile to both talk and listen (which seems to be the real problem here)
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Working on it! Thank you for your insights, Bjorn.
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Loved the wit and the rhyming! Glad you’re giving him a chance 🙂
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Thank you Dora; I’m happy that the humour came through. ❤
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Love the line ‘we fight like hungry siblings’ 🙌
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Thank you for enjoying what started as a bitter poem then ended more as wistful
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Kathy, this is clever, and I like the image of an actual addressed envelope.
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Aren’t the oystercatchers beautiful on the (origami style) envelope? From a dear friend who knows a thing or (twenty-)two about letter-writing.
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Yes!
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I am sure this heart felt but humourous missive will have helped where the seriousness of the counselling couch is a struggle… Good luck!
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Thank you Andrew!
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This is gorgeously rendered, Kathy ❤
Much love,
David
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Ah, your affirmation is music to my ❤ song! Thank you David
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Well done. A sad poem letter to have to write!
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Thank you Dwight.
It was both easy to write (it burst out of me like a sore of frustration) and hard to release. Sad, yes, and also a relief to feel among friends here.
And ultimately friendship gives courage and a sense of comfort, appreciation, contentment. Thank you again.
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You are very welcome
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Dear Kathy, I wonder how I missed reading it then. Thanks so much for linking it again..
This is such a witty, humourous write on the surface hiding the deep hurt and anguish. The last stanza is spectacular.
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Thank you Punam for following this up. A ever, you read the very deep concerns beneath the jest. I wrote that post in November 2024 during a mediation process that continues, although not so much with anger as with a weary sadness, an acknowledgement of a mismatch that has scarred its conjunction.
Mystified as to why the post relinked to you. I had been tidying up the number of “sticky” blogposts and also removed the pingbacks, not really knowing what I am doing with WordPress, so it was all very serendipitous and unintentional on my part.
The magic of the imagination’s sisterhood! ❤
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“The magic of the imagination’s sisterhood”! I love it, Kathy. ❤️
Any relationship that runs its course too soon, leaves its scars. But time does decrease the intensity of pain.
I am always grateful when serendipity plays its part.
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And the pleasure is all mine. ❤️
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