in april

photography courtesty of picevo.me

when i gazed at the calendar today

a postcard sent from the past arrived 

it's a date i remember

a date making me smile a salty smile

 

the postcard had your handwriting

meticulously crossed t's and dotted i's

i can almost smell your cologne as i remember

 

you were the cobblestone street i skipped down

the pool that was the perfect temperature

the wallpaper may be faded in this memory

but to me it is forever beautiful

 

and in april i still remember

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

WOW! WOW! And WOW! This is the perfectly crafted little memory nugget! I love it! The calendar-to-postcard transition is startlingly crafted & smoothly delivered. You have a literal goldmine of sparkling imagery in your head & you manage to pick out the perfect tiny collection to paint each uninhibited scene in your poems! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

Well, this review has made my day, Margie! Thank you so very much. Lydi**

[emmajoy]

Dates, days, songs, scents, they so often make the noisy world a sweeter place; bring back far more special times than not-so-good, if we let them. And you have, dear Lydi. Your words are a somehow comfort because they show how time never quite leaves us.. and never should. Beautiful language, sincerely.. near majestically put. xx A sighing thank you. '.. but to me it is forever beautiful..'

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much dear Emma. I hope life is treating you kindly. Lydi**

[Kelly Scheppers]

To feel the surge of a memory within the reading of one's poem is quite a feat to accomplish. I could lose myself in this photo, feeling the cobblestone street beneath my feet, aimlessly walking all the while. Your words give striking contrast to the black and white imagery, and as always, I am awed!

[Lydia Shutter]

Kelly, you are always so supportive. Thank you, my friend. Lydi**

[Yahallo]

What a wonderful, nostalgic piece. So vivid that I can feel it. Thank you for sharing!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Yahallo. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this, especially the third stanza...."the cobblestone street i skipped down"---great line.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks, Jacob. I appreciate your reviews. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

Perhaps this was a trip with your Dad to the Netherlands as you skipped on the Cibblestone path. I remember going swimming with family and friends when the water temperature was perfect. I felt the nostalgia of reading a postcard of memories tucked away. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you for always being supportive of my work, Pat. I appreciate you. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

An old postcard but has great meaning and priceless memories. It is amazing how we can relate many events with objects and they become part of the great narrative. I love it.

[Lydia Shutter]

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

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome, Lydi!

[Arya]

Your poem just transports me to a different place making me picture everything you describe.Beautifully described and nostalgic too.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Arya. Lydi**

[Lorry]

This really made me smile Lydi, having had a recent moment like that myself, where a picture of someone floated into my head and a little later I discovered it was the date we originally met.
I didnt need to look out the photograph, but did and it was a perfect match to my memory, just as I am sure yours is.

[Lydia Shutter]

So pleased you could relate. Thank you for letting me know. Lydi**

[Elizabeth]

Wow, this poem is very melancholic, nostalgic and made me feel very warm and fuzzy inside.
Great read!

[Lydia Shutter]

Warm and fuzzy is a good thing! :) Thank you so much. lydi**

[Elizabeth]

You're welcome

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful journey into memories and missed places.
"the postcard had your handwriting
meticulously crossed t's and dotted i's
i can almost smell your cologne as i remember"
The above lines. Perfect. Thank you Lydia for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, John. Your reviews mean a lot to me. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Lydia. I enjoyed this poem.