Foundation.
A poem exploring isolation, longing, and the desire for emotional connection across time or space.
A speaker—possibly a lost soul, or even a metaphorical consciousness, stumbles upon a heartfelt letter written by someone else.
Title.
The Longing
(A lone voice whispers)
At the void in the lost letters of the world room
Sat in this tomb opening letters for an address to write back to
I suddenly came across you
Your letter to your unmet lover called to me and created an impression, that I could never forget
Neither from the soft words nor in its radiance, but in its dance and rhythmic sounds that falls
Its beautiful cadence
Praying for the spirit of the righteous to intervene
So as I sit here where your past and future stand to attention like soldiers in Arlington National Cemetery
I feel a longing
A pull
A deep need to say a Hail Mary
Neither with a slow movement forwards, nor backwards
Or ascent nor descent, but a magnetism that holds me in a tight grip
Daring me to want to feel what you feel, with my trembling fingertips
So, Mary Lou, will you reply, because by writing to you.
I can escape this lonely old room
A darkened tomb where hopes and dreams
Arrive.
Cry, fester, and then unfortunately die
Interpretation of The Longing.
The poem’s setting—a quiet room likened to a tomb—mirrors deep internal isolation.
The speaker finds themselves opening “lost letters,” as if searching through the fragments of other souls’ experiences, longing for connection.
Emotional resonance
Encountering another person’s heartfelt letter creates a powerful pull.
It's not just the words that captivate, but their rhythm, cadence, and emotional glow.
Temporal dislocation.
Surrounded by metaphors of tombs and soldiers, time feels suspended and sacred—a meeting of past and future, memory and longing.
Religious undertones.
The poem invokes a prayerful tone—“pray for the spirit of the righteous”—and even a cadence reminiscent of saying a Hail Mary.
This spiritual longing hints at redemption or transcendence through connection.
Wanting to “feel what you feel, with my trembling fingertips” speaks to yearning for empathetic connection that is simultaneously delicate and urgent.
A plea for reply, an escape.
The question “So, Mary Lou, will you reply?” ties the act of writing back to liberation: a response might free the speaker from the tomb of loneliness.
The fate of hopes, dreams, and grief.
In this “tomb,” dreams and hopes “cry, fester, and then… die,” suggesting that without connection, emotional life decays.
A powerful meditation on the spaces between people—across time, memory, faith, and longing.
The act of reading someone’s words, especially those meant for another soul, becomes a bridge, a chance at escape from loneliness.
It’s about how language can become magnetic, spiritual, and even redemptive when you allow yourself to be moved by another voice.
Is that why you read this far?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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