for you

memories can be sparked when you least expect it

photography by elizabeth urquhart

courtesy of etsy.com pure nature photos

the air outside was cold

but in your arms it was warm

like the inside of a flannel shirt

the clouds made the winter sky pure white

you told me they tasted like vanilla ice cream

i said sparkling stars were the sprinkles

and i could almost taste them

together we twirled to life’s music

wrapping ourselves up

in the ecstasy of our personal galaxy

believing we would be there forever

but an explosion of years erupted

a paroxysm of sorts

 

last night i stared at the moon

felt the seductive swoosh of the humid breeze

through the palm fronds

vanilla ice cream clouds

moved lazily through the night sky

and you know what?

i can still taste them

 

this is for you....where ever you are

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Oh my .. this poem is so beautiful! Truly beautiful. Tis real but loosely veiled Love somehow exposed in twenty one lines. Makes me want to smile, makes me want to cry, maybe both together. Lydi, the first day of a new year and your tender skills have really touched me. Thank you.

'.. the clouds made the winter sky pure white ~ you told me they tasted like vanilla ice cream.. '

[Lydia Shutter]

Emma, your review has touched me....and I thank you. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... the inside of a flannel shirt ...
the cozy look of a seagull no matter how cold....
these are the warm notes of a winter song.
To take refuge in your lovers arms...
with all the charms of a summer day and
Vanilla ice cream. Lovely romantic poetry.
truly... Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much for your review, Pat. Happy New Year to you and Roger...a healthy one! Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love vanilla ice cream the best...there is something so pure in the taste, so natural..

much like the love you describe here...it is soothing as it goes in and goes down to the heart.

[Lydia Shutter]

You are one of the few....usually when I tell people I love vanilla ice cream, they crinkle their nose at me! Thank you so much for the review, Jacob. Happy New Year. Lydi**

[MsJewel]

the clouds made the winter sky pure white
you told me they tasted like vanilla ice cream
i said sparkling stars were the sprinkles
and i could almost taste them

This is possibly one of the most beautiful verses I have read at WC. You are brilliant my friend and have once again created a poem that just curls right up in my heart. A keeper for me!

:) Julie

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Julie. I appreciate your kindness through the years. Lydi**

[MsJewel]

..and I appreciate you!

[Lydia Shutter]

;) always my pleasure, Julie.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

"I can still taste those vanilla ice cream clouds..."
Now I know why you persisted to read my story, Lydi. This is just another representation of it. Somehow, even when the music has ended, the echo is still there in the heart and mind.
"this is for you....where ever you are"--- the yearning that even a whisper to the wind can bring that person what you feel...

This is touching, Lydi...just like how I was moved by my own piece when I wrote it. Excellent representation with such great metaphors.

Thanks for this sad but beautiful piece.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much for your review. Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yet another flowing piece of prose that is gently and seductively descriptive. Feels like a tribute to a parent from a child now grown.

[Lydia Shutter]

You have a great way of deciphering my words, John. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[Tom]

Indeed such was the impression made back then, it still harbors those feelings of ecstasy at certain presents moments despite the passage of time!

An image intensifying piece of poetry with a most satisfying, ambrosial flavor throughout !

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Tom. Lydi**

[Pryde Foltz]

You know what … for once I don't think this is about me;) I kid poorly. I do wish I could go wherever you were sounds sublime. Gorgeous write.

[Lydia Shutter]

Nope, not about you! :) Thanks, Pryde. Lydi**