When Truth Comes to Call

the role of confidante is often a thankless one

artwork by Kirchner

Well dressed hours

shamelessly disrobed

revealing inner secrets

for many naked minutes

your loose tongue hung by its hinges

while I listened to words you dared not share with others

was there a true story behind your words? 

hindsight tells me no

Warning sirens wailed 

streets bulged with traffic

cars scooted from lane to lane

rushing to be my harbingers of authenticity

they knew what I refused to admit

well meaning confidantes are often deserted

when truth comes to call

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love your opening analogies, very clever & well-stated . . . a departure from the sensual, now I'm seeing how well you also address the somewhat harsh everyday observations of life. Awesome wording: "loose tongue hung by its hinges" . . . & many more! Thanks for sharing.

[Lydia Shutter]

While romance and sensuality are my favorite genres, I do write in other ones....often. Thank you for your review, Barley. Lydi**

[Troy Henson]

I too have heard the sirens and seen the red flags however still choose to be there for who ever needs me. I am constantly let down however remain true to myself and continue to be who I am. Do I set myself up to fail....many times. Loved the honesty in this piece Lydi:)

[Lydia Shutter]

A leopard can not change his/her spots. I think we are who we are, but making the same mistakes over and over again only hurts us...which is never a good idea. Thanks for the review, Troy. Lydi**

[Kelsey Ann]

This poem is so honest! Confidantes should not be taken advantage of, but at the same time, everyone should be honest with each other. Lies are like a snowball. Fantastic write! :-D

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you very much, Kelsey Ann. Lydi**

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ah, isn't this the truth... how many times do we place ourselves in 'harms' way, to be let down, even when we hear and see the warnings all around us? Too often, maybe. Still, those of us or are trustful and kind continue to put ourselves out there to be those confidantes... love the title and the image, too, Lydi...nicely-done, my friend!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, FT....yes, we continue to put ourselves in the same situations. I don't think we can change...leopard changing its spots and all that. I appreciate the review very much. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

'.. for many naked minutes - your loose tongue hung by its hinges - while I listened .. '

Seems to me that there are two kinds of sharers and darers and confidantes, those who give and.. those who somehow take for advantage. The sirens sound every so often but then.. one does the kind thing, shakes head, moves on til the next time.. and, finally, the last time.

Your words as always are so finely laid, Lydi, their meanings and style placed just so, yet naturally.. Your posts don't jar the sight but nudge thought. From start to finish you offer downright dexterity of mind and imagination, arm in arm.

[Lydia Shutter]

And your reviews, sweet Emma, make my day. thank you so much. Lydi*

[Patricia Wedel]

The truth will set you free... A confidant is a
treasure where honesty is measured. Your poem is
exquisitely designed. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Pat. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so full of truth...those who seem to confide the biggest secrets, actually hide the biggest of all...that they are dishonest behind that mask of authenticity...

i often didn't listen to those warning sirens....maybe i heard too many of them in NY and just took them for granted.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

There are always the sirens and the red flags, but those of us who are caring and compassionate just ignore them. We are not being kind to ourselves. Thank you for the review, Jacob. Lydi**