Jiggled and Jostled

Sometimes it's just not enough

Artwork by Richard Johnson “Evening Comes”

 

 

 

 

Love jiggled and jostled
through the humid salt air
the mercury continued to rise
till it seemed even the ice
in my Beefeater’s and tonic
would ignite


Tossed and tumbled emotions
rode the waves
while your magical fingers
strummed your guitar
voluptuous music
on a heretofore wordless journey

My words floated on your chords
like golden stars in an ebon sky
inspired by humid salt air
love jiggled and jostled
but never quite found its home

 

 

Reviews

[MsJewel]

I could hear the music, feel your words...so sad the two never quite found there home, but perhaps some relationships are just not meant to be. Love your description - jiggled and jostled...and the Richard Johnson painting is one of my favorites. The perfect painting to accompany your lovely words.

This week has been so busy for me...I'm so glad I can take a few minutes and catch up on your poetry. :) Julie

[Lydia Shutter]

I appreciate the time you took to read me and leave such a lovely review, Julie. Don't work too hard. Lydi**

[David Scott]

I actually had to stop scrolling down and go back up to take in the beauty of the painting! My heart actually skipped a beat... a vision.
Ok, now for the poem. You mixed a playful tone with a sad melancholy. I do not have this gift. I am either playful and silly or all business.
A jiggle and jostle can be fun and playful and it can be disruptive and arbitrary.
I find it interesting that "love" was actually given credit for showing up here, even if it had to move on... for now.
Lovely, as I am leaning to expect from your pen.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, David, you know women are fickle....playful one moment and melancholy the next! :) I enjoy writing romantic poetry. I see romance in the corners where other see dust bunnies! Your poetry is excellent, my friend. We are often our own worst critics. Thank you for your review. I appreciate it....and thanks for noticing the artwork. I do enjoy choosing a pretty graphic to accompany my words. Lydi**

[Relic]

My compliments for a great poem and picture. You certainly have a lot of talent and I like the fact that you're articulate in your diction. Well done.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much for this review. I appreciate it. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a hot and heavy love affair never found its roots here. Still lovely memories linger...

till it seemed even the ice
in my Beefeater’s and tonic
would ignite

Now that's pretty damn hot! :-)

[Lydia Shutter]

Yup! :) thanks, Frieda. Enjoy the day. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Sounds like this one came out of the vault ;-) My pleasure always.

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, it was long ago and far away. He played music and I wrote the lyrics. I wrote this a long time ago.....like giving the oldies "face time" :)

[Frieda P]

How utterly romantic, sweet memory indeed :-)

[Jack...]

I'm thinking maybe a bigger glass is in order. Lydi, this was wonderful, I love the feel and the format of this and the theme is beautiful. Sometimes it is meant to be and sometimes it is not, but finding that out may be the best fun of all. Nicely done my friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

Even when it is not meant to be, it can be enjoyable, absolutely! :) Thanks, Jack. Have a great day. Lydi**

[wordwarrior]

Oh darn to that last line!! But your poem is just beautiful and the imagery fills all one's senses. Love the rising heat of that first verse, the exploration of emotion in the second, but the connection never quite made at the end...Sigh...

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks very much for this great review. Have a good day. Lydi**

[Sheila Kline]

Oh dang, when a relationship floats out to sea riding on a salt water wave it is void of any possibility of becoming "fresh" again. It is then one realizes the home it shall find shall only be on some distant shore.
It is jiggled and jostled right out the eddy of one's heart!
Lovely image with equally as lovely accompanying words!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Sheila. Enjoy your day. Lydi**

[Antoñyo]

Magical! By the last stanza I'm sniffing salt air... "My words floated on your chords," is a brilliant line!
...and yes, the pic is senses-sational.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this twice,

Thanks for the share

[Lydia Shutter]

And thank you so much for the wonderful review, Antonyo. Lydi**

[icelandicblue]

Well it sounds lovely until it lasted. Alas we can't force love. A beautiful poem.

[Lydia Shutter]

No, we cannot. Thank you for your review. Lydi**

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

First...love the picture you chose! Second...great poem, my friend! I have been here before...attempting desperately to fit that square peg into an octagonal hole, and sometimes, though we feel flashes of the fire, love just isn't in the cards. Great imagery; I'm especially fond of the "heat" elements and the sounds of the guitar. Nicely done.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks, Sarah. I always appreciate your reviews. lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow an almost love...so close, the passion played on the chords, but the words of the love song hung in the salt air and never quite got to the lips.

really good stuff...lydi..

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks, Jacob....I wrote words for his music. It was a great relationship, but.....not enough. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes they are...been in a couple of those...great but not enough..i hear ya.
love the poem. so much energy in your words.