Dusty Old Letters From Tesla…


You can see the genius in the handwriting,

Meticulously cluttered,

Like an attic closet lost for a century.

The dry must is blown off the yellowed envelopes,

All eyes widen with delight.

Back in the day,

It was known as “correspondence,

Hand-written and soul-bared.

The wonders of the Universe,


Wax seals that had partly re-stuck,

Grudgingly giving up their sleeping secrets.

It was all tales of love,

Love with a mystical beauty un-bound by our petty rules,

Cosmos was her name.

Nicola gave us an adoring view under her skirts.


By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 07/11/2017

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem #26

Words are the mind’s bridge – it’s connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart’s bridge – it’s connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles. \\//_

Shot of this poem at 42 views on Poetic Constellations – for the Douglas Adams fans on this world with me…


Dusty Old Letters From Tesla…
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