who can truly say?

artwork by anna razumovskaya

who can truly say?

armed with my pen and yellow pad

i ventured out there

the mcintosh air was intoxicating

writing words of fantasy

of monotone desire

but then…oh….the taut denim of his jeans

eyes where storms gathered

i needed to feel that rain

be the poet who experienced life

not just fondled words

my house of morals collapsed

the smell of my ink now mingling with our passion

a shadow of smoke probably wafted above my head

but it was so long ago

who can truly say?

 

Reviews

[Ardra]

the smell of my ink now mingling with our passion
a shadow of smoke probably wafted above my head
but it was so long ago
who can truly say?

mmmm always when i search for the poems that can set my soul on fire... its your page that comes to my mind... :)

thanks for sharing such beautiful creations Lydi..

[Lydia Shutter]

I appreciate you so much, Galadriel. Thank you. Lydi**

[Cassie]

You are good lyd, your ending is beautiful

[Lydia Shutter]

Cassie, I always appreciate your sweet reviews. Thanks so much. Lydi**

[Alfred Kukitz]

Passion gathers in your pen. Once there it explodes into poetic mastery.

Regards,
Al

[Lydia Shutter]

Al, your review is downright poetic. Thanks so much. Lydi**

[barleygirl]

This is the perfect description of how I've often come to the page with a rather mundane idea, but then something catches fire & I'm off on a sensual fantasy. Gotta love those taut jeans defining muscular thighs *wink! wink!* As always, beautifully engaging & artful word crafting, with great artwork to go with it! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Margie...another great photo of you by the way! Lydi**

[barleygirl]

Thank you . . . I put on a little makeup for a change, so I had to take a selfie! *smile*

[Lydia Shutter]

That is a selfie? WOW, you really know how to take them!

[Sami Khalil]

Art work and poem are magical and world-class. You draw the power of comparison between experiencing word and life's experiences. And the winner is...You!

[Lydia Shutter]

Sami, you are so kind. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Any time.

[Patricia Wedel]

An off broadway memory of requieted desire...
walking in the rain... "taut denim of his jeans... eyes where storms gathered".
'Who can truly say' where fantasy begins and dreams end. Soft sigh, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, Pat. Your reviews are wonderful. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

'.. where storms gathered ~ i needed to feel that rain ~ be the poet who experienced life ~ not just fondled words..;

So often words betray what many would cede too - tis part of a mirror image of desire. For others, bring on the game.. perhaps! You write with such energy and passion, Lydi. xx

[Lydia Shutter]

Energy in words always. In real life not so much. :) Thank you so much, Emma. Lydi***

[emmajoy]

We do what we can, Lydi.. or run from it - which is frequently if not always, wiser! Enjoy the coming week, petal. x

[Lydia Shutter]

You do the same, my friend.

[emmajoy]

Going to try very, very hard... cold weather here, clock gone back so.. . just pray Nature's omens mean what THEY say.

[Desert Knave]

I can see you with pen and yellow pad quite clearly ! Another wonderful write with just enough innuendo and intrigue. Well done. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Jim. Lydi**

[AYVID N]

Loved his profile that you sketched, "the taut denim of his jeans
eyes where storms gathered"

I can feel her restraint slipping away, to create a beautiful memory that still shines through the haze of time. Indeed life is truly lived in such moments!

Thanks for such beautiful poetry. Loved the accompanying artwork ⚘

[Lydia Shutter]

Divya, I appreciate your review so much. Thank you.

[AYVID N]

Its my pleasure!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, "fondled words/ my house of morals collapsed"
i have blurred visions and revisions myself about those old days....and especially the more sensual ones.

love it.

[Lydia Shutter]

The more blurred they are, the better! :) Thanks so much, Jacob. Lydi**