even as

“after the storm” photo ©  all rights reserved

 by mauritzson photo

even as rain punishes the window pane

with fierce retribution

yearnings peek out over the horizon

        memories of midnight meetings

                of a love never meant to be

creep into my consciousness

no, it would never work and truly it didn=t

and yet your voice

speaking my name

        the way no one ever had before

                or ever will again

is all i hear tonight

even as the rain punishes the window pane

Reviews

[ANCIENTRUNAWAY]

Once again , another piece of art and shining Gem. Insightful is the whole meaning of this craft and I greatly respect that! I sense individuality confusion and that they are trying to hear closely to the everlasting rain for a hint or even a sign ! Your writings are utterly marvelous, my dear!

Keep Calm and Carry On

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you once again. Lydi**

[Rowan O'Neill]

There are evenings where I find myself staring out of the window pane. Wondering what on Earth am I doing, and hoping everything will turn out alright in the end. Thank you for this poem.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Rowan. I appreciate your review. Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Not sure if this is an old flame remembered but it is certainly expressive and great use of metaphor again.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, John. I appreciate your review. Lydi**

[Seashell]

I am truly a Pluviophile and what I read from this is a want and need of deep hidden yearnings to be resolved by the sound and vision of the heavy rain. 'Midnight meetings' sounds delightful but in the rain, for me, would be even more attractive. This love you speak about could never be but it has proven to be one of a very special and strong kind, as it's affect is everlasting

You have spilled so much in such a short beautiful poem of a past lover

I adore your work Lydia
Xx

[Lydia Shutter]

Rain seems to set the scene for so many thoughts, doesn't it? Thank you for your lovely review, my friend. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the pane is the mind...and the memories, the rain pushing against it.
even when we know something would never work...we will always have that memory imprinted on our mind of that moment we felt it.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Jacob. Lydi**

[redzone]

Lydi I love that opening line, "even as rain punishes the window pane", not only sets the overall mood, but sets the internal conflict and remembering... "speaking my name/ the way noone ever had before/ or ever will again" I know this feeling and you capture it in artistic style... ~~redzone

[Lydia Shutter]

Internal conflict.....we all have it and I often wonder if there is a way to eradicate it forever....doubt it though. Thanks for understanding the emotions. I always appreciate your reviews, Curt. Lydi**

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

I always have this debate raging in me, whether this is love or not. It is hard for me to not think that one thing which stands out over all others is the reason to be with someone forever. It might not work, but damn, I always want to make it try. This poem expresses that real longing for the memories to stop so you can get on with it, even though you still feel that pang of affection that is hard to get out of your mind even years and years later. Thank you for finding the words for us to express what we were feeling!!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Robbie. The fact you can identify with my words makes me happy on one hand....but sad for you on the other! Lydi**

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

Thank you for your sympathy on both hands.

[Sami Khalil]

When we are in love and in a meditative state about it , thinking hard , contemplating all the angles , the mistakes made and need correction , we tend to block the storm to concentrate on the senses and thoughts...A splendid poem Lydia and the title is unique too...:).............

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Sami. Have a great day. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

You too...And welcome...:)...................

[Jack...]

Dreaming of love...oh Lydi how often I sit at these same windows, damp from the storm, blurry with mist yet I am still able to see clearly that which has found my heart...even with my eyes closed. This really touched me today. Still I am holding my breath listening....

You bring heartbeat and deep soft sighs to your readers. I loved this poem.

[Lydia Shutter]

Jack, what a lovely review. I appreciate this so much. Lydi**